You know you and your family have been wicked sick when:

You've thanked God more than once that you have no carpeting in your house, only easy-to-wipe-clean laminate flooring.

You've given up on thoroughly cleaning each vomited-on area, and instead you've made the decision to just mop the whole house when people stop puking.

You've run out of laundry detergent from washing so many dirty sheets and clothes.

You're running out of sheets and clothes despite washing at an alarming rate.

You consider sleeping on the couch simply because you haven't spent as much time there as you have your own bed.

Extended family who want to help bring you things, leave them on your front porch, and then call you from the car to tell you that the stuff is there rather than risking entering the Germ Zone.

You've thanked PBS Sprout once again for its 24-hours worth of mind-numbing programing.

Neither you nor your children have worn real clothes for days.

You've actually felt too bad to sit at the computer and update your blog.