We are sick sick people around here

First it was Ben with the spots, then Avery with the whining, then spots, now cough, and now it's Jay, with the whining, oh wait, I mean, he's just sick. He's really sick. Usually when he's sick, I forget he is because he just acts normal. When I'M sick, everyone within a 10 mile radius knows, and many many others who are further but can be reached by phone. So, when Jay mentions more than once he doesn't feel right, I'm imagining all sorts of horrible things being wrong. He says it's only the flu. It just looks different on me.

Really all it means is I have to clean up the dinner mess all by myself. I would leave it for when Jay is feeling better, but he's going out of town again tomorrow.

At dinner Ben said, very vegetarianistically "I don't like meat." I said, "since when?" and he said, "In five minutes."

I spilled all our leftovers as I was putting them away in the fridge.

I sent a couple of pieces of roast over to my neighbor's house (before I dropped it all on the floor) with Ben and found him 10 minutes later stomping through the mud, clinging to a kickball, and barely still holding the ziplock of roast. You can't trust a 2 year old to run your errands like you used to.

I stepped outside my back door a couple of days ago, when Avery was in the throes of not feeling well and this is what I found:

Avery is so my child. She found the first willing participant and flopped herself back to be held and coddled. I don't get to do much flopping these days, but I do dream.
Did I mention I spilled all the leftovers from dinner as I was putting them into the fridge?

I'm looking into paid vacation benefits for stay-at-home-moms. Do you know how long you have to work at this job before you get any?