Super Fly Snuka

We decided to participate in a summer reading program called Give Your Child the World. It's based on a book of the same name which I have on order, but haven't received yet.

The reading program studies one continent per week and this week was Africa. So we had a great time reading about the people of this continent:

We did our Africa Geopuzzle too:

I had more things planned, but I got sick. When I say sick I mean puking my guts out-couldn't talk-couldn't get out of bed sick. Sis had to watch all the kids ALL day while I helplessly laid in bed. 

Now here is my question. Why is it that I was so sick and my kids wanted to do nothing but jump on me?  I mean they jumped on my pounding head like 50 times..... I swear it was a conspiracy. Were they trying to keep me down so they could have run of the house? Ouch. Did you ever have the worst headache of your life and get Super Fly Snuka'd to death. Sis did the best she could. She really was working hard the entire day. 

Boss came home in the evening and apparently ordered pizza. I thought I was feeling a bit better, but as soon as I heard the pizza guy at the door I got so sick
 again. The thought of pizza.... It was bad. I stayed in bed nearly 24 hours altogether. I have no clue as to what happened. Food poisoning? The flu? Did My body need a "vacation"?  Apparently Sis's nerves were shot when Boss got home and I am in serious debt to her. I never got to see the mess that they had made, but everyone agreed it was a good one.

Here's my babies playing playdoh right before I got sick: