Down With Disease or How I Developed an Addiction to Court TV

At 3:39am on Wednesday I got sick. I proceeded to throw up every hour for the next 16 hours. It was so much fun, I hope to do it again next week. (Not really) At one point I told Tim to take me to the hospital or have me killed, despite my pleading he did neither.
Apparently I can never get sick again after what happened in my house yesterday.
Tim was rather inconvenienced at 6:45 yesterday morning when I called him from the bathroom floor to go look in on Nora who was making noise. I thought she would go back to sleep, but instead she work up Abby. Tim always tries to reason with them to get them to sleep later, which kind of works on Abby, but not so much on Nora. Knowing that I was truly ill Tim called into work and told them that he would be in "later" and tried to do the morning routine. Making instant oatmeal was "too much" so he passed out breakfast bars. He came in to ask me a million questions- from what to pack Abby for lunch to what Nora should wear to drop Abby off. He finally got her ready and took her to school. Now Nora has been tinkering with her schedule and she no longer naps from 9:30 to whenever, it is more like 10-10:30, but Tim was determined to get her to sleep and despite her protests she finally did fall asleep (at 10:30) and that was when Tim announced that he was off to work.
I could barely pick my head up off the pillow to hang it over the side of the toilet, but he was leaving me with Nora, and was going to "try" to get home to pick Abby up at 1, but "knew" that I could "handle it" if wasn't back in time.
Seriously?
It takes an act of God (or the last 2 hours of an all you can drink at the Abbey Pub) to make me vomit, and the fact that I was doing it without the aid of crappy beer or too much Wild Turkey should have clued my darling husband in that I was probably not up to the challenge of my daily grind. But alas, he is the only one who matters in his world, and he had to get to work. So off he went leaving me to fend for myself.
Thank heavens for my mom living so close. She was able to pick Abby up and tend to the ladies while I slept most of the afternoon. Of course there was a lot of screaming and Nora wasn't getting the best of care, but you get what you pay for, right?
Around dinner time I was feeling better, and rather than deal with dinner I ordered pizza. My mom fed the gang and Tim came home a little early. Poor Nora ended up with food everywhere but Tim decided a bath would be "too much" so he wiped her off and put her to bed. No jammies, no diaper change, no nothing. He couldn't figure out why I was up with her at 8:30pm. Abby was fine, and did her bedtime thing as per usual. Once they were in bed I was feeling a lot better, and I asked Tim if he wanted to watch a movie with me. I got the standard "I have paperwork to do" and thought nothing of it until I heard him playing video games downstairs.
He came to be early because it was" hard" being him and me for the day (ummm, the only thing he really did was get Abby to school and clean up dinner, but he didn't even really do that). I got up to get some water and ended up cleaning up dinner. He had left the pizza in boxes on the stove and Nora's high chair was filthy. He came out to see what I was doing and I totally freaked out on him. Then I threw up and went to bed.
Tonight Tim has to work late because he missed so much work yesterday, so I shouldn't expect him until after 10. Hopefully I will be sleeping by then.
The upside to all this- I have been able to follow the Anna Nicole Smith probate trial in my waking hours. I think I love Court TV.