You know how sometimes when you need sleep the most you don’t get it for one reason or another? Yeah. That.

I have the plague. Not really, it’s Influenza, but still. I tell some people I am under the weather and they are all OMGAH!!! QUARANTINE!!! And others are all MEH. NOT THA BIG A DEAL! Riiiight. Tell that to Bugaboo.

And naturally because I started feeling like I was in a car wreck two days ago Bugaboo decided he was going to do that “up all night eating” thing I am so very fond of. Last night took the cake, though. I was on the couch immobile for hours and we finally got the Bugaboo settled. I crawled into my bed around 9 and fell into a feverish sleep. By 10 he was up for the first time looking for food and drink. Then at midnight. Then at three Bug boy came into my room complaining of bug bites. Then at 5 Bugaboo got up for good, asking for bacon (that’s my boy!). And in between I had to get up a few times to get drinks, blow my nose or go to the bathroom. And the dogs would stir each time and beg to go out. And because Bugaboo was in bed with us it meant we were kicked in the shin, groin or stomach at least twice. Then there was the head butting.

Best night of sleep ever.

Luckily I can be home today doing pretty much nothing. Which means I am going to sleep. And hopefully get rid of the fever. And eat soup because everyone knows that chicken soup makes it all better.

Now, NO SICK KIDS TODAY. I will scream.