Icky

I've spent the last 3 hours laying in bed trying to keep down Sprite and Saltines.

The 8 hours before that were spent in close proximity to the toilet.

Paige is lying next to me watching her 5th straight half-hour of Thomas/Little Einsteins/Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

I've managed to make it to the kitchen to get Paige's milk and juice and to get her to the potty once, but every time I stand up I get light-headed, nauseous, and quickly climb back into bed.

She's eating Saltines for breakfast too. Sigh . . . I am such a good mother. . .

My parents are out of town for the weekend.

I can't call Ben because he is in a 'secured' area where no cell phones are allowed.

Soooooooo BORED.

I HATE the flu.

(and yes, whining about it is already making me feel a little teensy bit better)