Doesn't Deserve A Title

My weekend has been full of sickness (me and the kids), jetlag (Larry), ridiculous marital spats (due to the sickness and jetlag), and news from a friend I visited last week that her kids all started throwing up a few hours after we left. So we're operating under Code Vomit right now, catching up on laundry, stocking up on ginger ale, crackers, and pretzels, and generally battening down the hatches for what we know is coming.

Oh, and lack of sleep - did I mention that? Yeah.

I just cannot find any funnies here today. I'm still busy editing photos in case of my untimely demise, ignoring my husband who is absolutely no fun when he is tired (not me, though - I'm a barrel of laughs right now), and trying to remember which kid I gave the Motrin to and when. They are all in various stages of a headache/sore throat type of thing which is apparently only there to soften them up for the stomach virus's knockout blow.

I'm whining. It's pathetic. Why don't you go over to MidCenturyModernMoms and tell me if you ever had to play that lifeboat/nuclear shelter game I describe there? Because so far the commenters all sound as though they think I had a strange childhood. Maybe it was just a Jewish thing, that game? Beats me.