It is somewhat ironic that I'm very aware there is no cheese in the house to go with the whining I've been doing all morning. My daughter wanted some. She even managed to ask when I was throwing up. Seemed wrong somehow.
In the end I gave up and lay on the grass outside so that nature itself could heal me (thanks David Suzuki) while the kids dug in the sandbox. Later we're all supposed to go up north for a secret party and a family reunion. I really REALLY don't want to go.