S!ck!

I feel miserable! Its funny how coming home felt so good, and now I feel so horrible. I dont know if it is possible to expell anymore liquid from random parts of my body. YUCK!

I spent most of the day in the "dungeon" that we call our basement. OR our basement we call the dungeon. Never the less, I spent most the day sleeping, and running to the bathroom. I could hear the kids up stairs running around and causing havoc and I was so glad my mom was here to hold the reigns. Unlike Omaha, when I am sick at home I have someone to help out. Another bonus to moving home, maybe?

On the other hand, it was probably coming home that got me sick in the first place : )