Proof that He is a Man

So son #2 had the flu, spent two very very bad days moaning, hurling, whining and moaning some more. We all had to drop everything to make sure he survived... he did... I am not quite sure if I think that was a good thing or a bad one.

Daughter #2 gets it, she is pretty self sufficient not expecting lots of attention but still needed some. Of course he was constantly on her case, needling her pestering her just making her life miserable in general (she is 14 he will be 19 in two weeks).

Finally I succumbed, all I asked for was a little bit of silence. Not to be constantly in my face expecting me to be there, I didn't want to talk about football or the inauguration or especially reruns of charmed. And yet, how have I spent my day? Well it wasn't sleeping or reading or recuperating...

oh and as a side note, when you only have access to one bathroom and members of the family have the flu, you do not get the luxury of locking the door while you take a leisurely bath...