The House of Sick

The entire month of February has been a downward spiral into domestic hell. OK, maybe I exaggerate but it seems like unsavory event after event keeps occurring. In the past two weeks I have been to the doctor four times, none of which actually involved my body. Both boys needed a check-up and shots. Then Joji had this butt thing, don't ask. Then my hubby got deathly ill with the flu. As if that's not bad enough, the medicine used to treat the flu cost hundreds of dollars. I'm serious, hundreds. Apparently, Tamiflu is the miracle cure and it's made of gold. And, it only prevents the flu if everybody takes it. It may help cure the flu but it makes us want to barf. And, it tastes like bile. I have to hold Soren down like a cat, stuff the vile vial in his mouth and shoot it down 'til he gags. It's a scene and it sucks. So, we spent the weekend holed up in our house, coughing, and snotting, and whining. I took care of all my boys while watching chick flicks. By the way, don't rent "Margot at the Wedding." I don't know why I bother renting Nicole Kidman movies as every time I see one I want to gouge my eyeballs out. This one is exceptionally sucky. I'm done with you Nicole, and as for you Jack Black, you should be ashamed of yourself. Stick to funny funnyman.