It's bad enough living with eight people in your house.

It's even worse when you get a virus or some other nasty bug running through the tribe. Everyone falls ill, one after another.

Little kids get the runs, puke once or twice, and that's it. Us adults, on the other hand, try and hold it in during the commute home because you can't stop by the side of the interstate to vomit. Comedy gold ensues. Literally. It issues forth like gelatinous bile and the clothes go into a garbage bag when you get home.

I had three layers of clothes on last night and honestly felt like dying. But I wake up this morning, after throwing up 13 times during the course of the afternoon/night, and I'm FINE. I even went for pizza at lunch.

But now my other son is sick.

*sigh*