Sick...

So I'll spare you the dentals of our gross week, but I you a little about our week.  On monday Michael came home complaning of not feeling well, just really week, he felt a little warm so we skipped soccer.  Tuesday he seemed fine I met a friend at school and barrowed her thermomoter just to make sure he was good.  I chatted with my friend a little who had watched Taylor for me the day before, she mentioned how There little one had been sick witht the runs and actually threw up after nap on Monday.  She also said how she wasn't feeling too good.  I didnt' make any connection at all when the school called me on Tuesday, Drew and I where off to the gym since our walking group was a no show, so the school called I excpected them to tell me Michael was not well, nope it was Taylor who had a tummy ache and said she felt like she would throw up.  HOnestly I didn't believe it at first.  But I soon could tell she didn't feel good.  WE got her home all situated watching cartoons I went out to play with Drew.  Poor Taylor had thrown up on the couch I forgot the bowl.  Duh!  I felt terrible.  So needless to say it was a long Tuesday the poor thing.  The next day she was still lifeless but no throwing up. 
So on WEdnesday night I put Drew to bed who earlier had complained his "belly" hurt.  I knew I was coming down with something, when I heard Drew cry, it was terrible it was like someone had dumped a bucket of puke on his head.  He was covered.  I put him in the bath, held my breath and gathered all his bedding and stuffed it in the wash.  I layed a plastic table cloth on my bed, assuming he was going to throw up again, and figured I better be close.  Thankfully it was a one time deal for him, but not too long after I got in bed, did I head for the bathroom and spent the majority of the night there.  It was  long night. 
I kept taylor home the next day because she still hadn't ate anything the day before, thankfully she was fine and thanfully she was home to help with Drew because I could not move from the couch the whole day, I couldn't eat, drink ok I lied I had 5 soda crackers and 2 graham crackers.  My body hurt from all the pain I put it threw the night before.  Mark came to my rescue, and fixed me all up.  He got the kids dinner I managed to eat a little and went to bed and slept soooo good.  I couldn't believe how exhausted I was.  No one came into my room which is unuasual, and Mark slept on the couch hoping to not catch what we have. 
Today I am still exhausted, but I am able to eat, and drink.  My tummy is still a little funny.  But I am super stuffy which I don't understand at all.  What a week, I'm crossing my fingers that we all stay healthy now, and 3 others dont' get sick.  It was the pits.  And from the sounds of it, my friend and I aren't the only families getting hit.  Good luck to you all I hope it misses you!

I guess if you read this whole thing I didnt' spare you the details, sorry.