Just keeps getting better

Remember how in my last post I mentioned that Violet threw up on Saturday?  Apparently she gave it to me.  On our flight into Salt Lake I started getting really nautious.  When I got off the plane, I promptly went to one of the airport restaurants and asked for a bag.  It's a good thing I did because at baggage claim I sat down on the floor and threw up.  I thought I was better after that but at my grandparent's house I threw up 4 more times, and by the time Brandon's mom came to pick us up, I could hardly walk.  I then got into a cramped, bumpy car for a 3-hour ride up to Idaho. And I threw up every 20 minutes for the first 2 hours of it.  Luckily the worst is over and I now only have flu-like symptoms, but I still feel like crawling into a hole and sleeping all day.  Thank heavens for the 8 babysitters I have at my disposal here.