Last night I was a little sad and feeling sorry for myself. A bit of tearful self-pity. Nothing like a house full of sick people to smack one right back into reality. Husband and middle son have been up all night, sick to their stomachs with the runs. We thought we were being so careful to avoid the swine flu that is making its way through the school that the good old stomach flu just snuck up and bit them in the butt. First thoughts were some type of food poisoning but since that doesn’t seem to be ringing true, we are stuck with the stomach flu theory. I have been up and down most of the night and no offense, but men are pretty bad when they are sick. Hopefully, the two of them recuperate quickly and no one else falls.