Why is it when I get to feeling not well, it's like chumming the sharks?

Connor came down with the flu a couple of days ago. He's fine now but I think I'm getting it. I've been fuzzy-headed since yesterday and I'm getting the joint acheys (sp?) today. Just in general blah but I'm trying not to show it.. How do these kids pick up on it? I swear, they dipped their toes in Trouble Lake in just about every place on the shore tonight.

Shawni was trying her darnedest to touch the woodstove or climb the stairs. There was also the full can of pop that got dumped, the contact paper that was unrolled and crumpled up, the dinner that got thrown to the waiting dogs, and the sippy cup that got hurled across the room. Let's not even talk about the tantrums.

Connor played the part of Mr. Tattletale in this play, which in and of itself isn't usually a bad thing. But when I hear "MOMMY!!!!" from the next room while I'm cooking dinner because Shawni took two steps to the left, I gotta draw the line somewhere. Then there was the stepping on the dog, tripping up his sister, the talking back (Who taught this boy to talk??? Seriously. I want to kick their ass!), taking forever to eat his dinner, the instigating... ARGH!!! I felt like I was hollering all night at them and I don't like that.

Somebody.. Anybody... Tell me it gets better. Please?
Bueller.... Bueller?

I'm gonna go watch Holmes on Homes and go to bed... Bleh...