There is an evil sickness...

...that has been plaguing my family since Thanksgiving. I might need to call an exorcist. Let me give you the timeline:

• Thanksgiving 2007- the Bs head down to Tejas in what has become an annual trek
• November 27th - December 1st - Raya suffers from a nasty virus - comes complete with high fever and scary-looking red rash. We later learn she has roseola. Parents fight over who has to stay home.
• December 3rd-5th - Petra gets the croup; sounds horrible and has extremely high fever. Once again, parents fight over who has to stay home with sick child.
• Week of December 10th - ALL IS CALM. Except Mommy's in Vegas.
• December 17th - Mommy gets some sort of nasty flu-like infection. Must've been the late nights and no sleep in sin city.
• December 18th - Mommy works from home. She feels like shit.
• December 19th - Mommy goes to the doctor to get drugs. KB calls to tell us that Raya has just projectile vomited. TWICE. Natche picks her up since Mommy can't bring her to the doctor's office.
• December 20th - Mommy works from home and cleans up after Raya's multiple visits with the sisters, Di and Rhea.
• Evening, December 20th - Natche falls ill. Lies down on floor and doesn't move, until...
• Later in the evening, December 20th - Petra tells Mommy her stomach is full and then proceeds to vomit all over her bed, the floor and herself.
• Even later in the evening, December 20th - Petra is still vomiting. Mommy is exhausted. Daddy heads back to the floor.

I'd like to say that today is a better day, but I can't. I'm paying someone $70 to watch Raya (because she can't go to daycare with diarrhea) and watching Petra make pictures out of my Post-it flags here in my office because her father is too sick to watch her.

All *I* want for Christmas is an exorcist.