Ugh. The stomach flu. How I hate you, and what you've done to my perfect little boy. Before you came around we slept through the night, loved to laugh, play, and eat. Now we can't do any of those things, and I'm mad. You've caused sleep deprivation to take over our home, and made being mommy, not so fun. You almost made me yell at my precious boy! Please go away so I can have my sanity back, and so my little boy can laugh again. Pretty Please.