When will it end??

Flu Flu...go away. Don't you dare come back another day...I'm too darn tired. Friday night, after E's bridging ceremony...there was a bar-b-que for the families and a jumping castle...*see We spent most of the late afternoon there and then came home, got kids bathed...attempted to pick up the house and a few loads of laundry before the weekend.... I finally fell into bed about midnight-ish. You know what's coming next, right? Just as I finally get into a deep comfortable sleep for about a 1/2 hour, Aj comes into my room crying that his tummy is hurting so bad. I ask him if he feels like he is going to throw up and he says "No" through his sobbing. I ask him if it feels like gas pains and he says "sorta, but it hurts way worse." He's not much of a complainer, or cry-er... so my mind instantly clears and the thought that it might be food poisoning from the b-b-q or worse, his appendix crosses my mind. Why do mom's do that? Go to the worst case scenerio? Anyway, the rest of the night is filled with visits with the "tummy-bucket". When his sobbing was threatening to wake the entire block, I moved us out to the couch where we could not disturb the others and maybe catch a few minutes of sleep here and there. Finally about 6am, after our last bout, he finally falls into a deep sleep and mercifully slept for 2 1/2 hours straight. Not that this is a lot, but it's better than the rest of the night was so I'm grateful. He rested the majority of the day, Saturday, because he was weak and so tired... I did what mom's do and took care of the rest of the things that Saturday brought...that night, I crashed into a coma...and when he woke up today (Sunday) he was in great spirits and ready to take on the day, and I was much better. A had to work today- so I was on my own with church. I managed to get everything done, and get the kids there and home and fed lunch in resonably good time. As I sat down after lunch to check out my email, E comes to me and says that her tummy hurts. Instantly, I get into bucket mode....and get her pillow and blanket situated on the couch. Sure enough....for the next 6 hours, I made trips back and forth to her side with the "tummy-bucket". Nearly exhausted, I anxiously await the arrival of that dear bread winner...so that I could lay down and rest, when he walks through the front door, ashen and in a cold sweat. He has that look in his eyes, the one with partial apology and partial agony.... he runs to the bathroom and prays to that porceline god... Now, about 6 hours later..... he has immerged... still looking green around the gills, but able to try some Sprite. I sent everyone else ,who hasn't contracted the bug, to bed with a "tummy-bucket" and a box of kleenex and orders to call me if they need me. As for me....I'm supposed to work in the morning....and I am feeling a bit queazy.....not sure if it is from all the "clean-up" or if I'm actually startin' this myself. I'm off to bed to pretend it's just exhaustion. Maybe I can talk my body into believing it. **side note Ok...my body didn't believe it....and it isn't just exhaustion. I got up and worked out, albeit little less enthusiastically, and went to work with the magazines today. During that time, I started to feel the weakness and cold sweat....And after M's orthodontics appt, I came home and got in bed. I will say, however, being so over tired seemed to not help matters. I've been in bed all day, and now I'm restless. **