Just when I began a breath or two of serenity...it hits. My 2-year-old son threw up last night. I swear I have some weird ESP or sixth sense. I could just tell that he was a little off last evening. He ate a package of fruit snacks and kind of choked on one (he's not a very good chewer yet...ugh). After that he said his 'tummy hurt'. That was it for me. I pretty much knew what would happen. My husband took care of him, while I locked myself in my bedroom with the ceiling fan on, the bathroom fan on, and the TV up loud. He only threw up once, but he did keep saying his 'mouth hurt.' Wondering if he might have some sore throat or strep going on in there, but probably not. This 'flu' season just hasn't winded down yet. Another two wings of the building that I work with just got put on quarantine last evening for norovirus-type symptoms. WHEN WILL THIS CRAP END?????? Now today my husband is giving me the enormously huge guilt trip for not staying home with my little guy. I seriously am nearing wit's end. ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!