Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick.

But we don't think it's the Swine Flu.  More like Warthog Flu.  Or maybe Wild Boar Flu.  With tusks.

The little one seems to have brought it home from preschool, last Wednesday.  Since then (five days now), he's had off and on fever of about 103, BAD headaches, tummy pains that made him spend a lot of time screaming (And were bad enough that I called his dad home from work to take us to the emergency room.  Then he got better.  Doesn't it always happen that way?).  Oh, and some vomiting for good measure.  He's also been taking 3-5 hour naps.  That part isn't so bad.

We took him to the doctor last week, she said it was a "respiratory virus" (odd, since respiratory problems are the only problems he HASN'T had).  So, we did do our duty as parents.

I came down with a facsimile of this on Friday, spending all day asleep in bed, waking up only long enough to hit "Play" on the computer in bed next to me for the next episode of Backyardigans downloaded from iTunes.  Thank God for iTunes!!

And thank God for a husband who can cook, clean, and take care of small children while his wife drools into her coffee.

And, so, that's the kind of week-end we had.  The other two came down with fevers on Saturday, none of us went to church (despite the fact I was supposed to have been teaching Sunday school!), and all three boys are home today, and maybe tomorrow as well.

Swine flu?  The swine flu doesn't scare me.  I've been bowled over by a rampaging wild boar -- what terror can a standard pig possibly hold for me?!