Only thing worse than being sick is being sick alone. It was a tough weekend. Took the kids out on friday night only to have my son complain about his stomach hurting.

Sure enough he erupted saturday morning from both ends. I'm trying to make breakfast for the girls, clean him up and my landlord wants to stop to chat, mostly to nag me about getting cable back on. Assmunch!

The girls are sitting on the floor of my kitchen when the younger tells me "I don't want to be here." Just what you want to hear. I walked into my bedroom were number 1 son was sleeping and just sobbed. It was one of those weird sensations of the harder you try, the more you kept slipping back. They walked the two blocks back to the ex's house and young son slept it off. The ex came to get him later that day so I got a fun Saturday night at the village laundramat on Elmwood.

I got up early and had to work the Bills game/debacle. That was hard enough. I drove to Wegmans and got a few necessities and after stopping to check on number one son, I got a call from number 1 daughter's friend that she was now sick. I went and retrieved her and finally stumbled in my own door about 9, roughly 13 hours after I left.

Whenever the kids get sick, I've always gotten this weird sensation that goes away after we get them squared away. This one didn't so, without getting graphic, it got me during the overnight hours. So, I've been doing the little old man covered up in a blanket today. Proof God has a sense of humor, I got my cable back so I was able to fall asleep in front of "Walk the Line." Nice film, what I saw.

Hope everybody is well.