Today is my birthday

Ug. This week has been a horrible week. Sunday night at 6 pm Maggie threw up and the throwing up didn't stop until yesterday (I hope) and until everyone had done it. In order of sickness it was: Molly, Maggie, Bob, Lorelei, Liam, me. I was glad to be on the low end of things. I'm still pretty tired, though, and not really feeling the best.
Everything on our calendar was canceled, up through today (except for the appointment with North Forge, whom I really hope got the part in and can fix our fireplace this afternoon). I went ahead and canceled with Beth last night because I just couldn't justify taking the kids out today, even though I would love the day alone. There's no way I'm going to get all the stuff done that I wanted to get done today - I'm starting at a deficit as it is, since we've been in survival mode since Sunday night. So I'll be lucky if I get the kitchen cleaned up and any general straightening done. It'll be a miracle if I get the laundry finished. The bathrooms, on the other hand, are all fairly clean, thanks to my sanitation mode going into overdrive both when the plague first hit and the day I was forced to be better (after Bob had gotten sick). I still feel like the house is full of germs and bad smells, though.
I haven't abided by the diet at all this past week. I didn't eat anything most of Monday and Tuesday. Yesterday I ate some English muffins, but they made me feel sick. This morning I had oatmeal and milk and it seems to be doing better. I'm still SO tired, though. I just want to go back to bed. And I won't be able to nap this afternoon 'cause the NF guy will be here. :(
The kids have been pretty mellow this week (obviously, Molly was nearly taken to the hospital for dehydration) but this morning they seem to be back in the full swing of things, which makes me regret cancelling Beth. I'm still not sure how they actually are, though, so it's for the best.
Today is my birthday. I am 31. I feel old. And tired. In my mind (when I can use it) I'm not that old, but every time I think about the number I just feel everything shut down. I didn't think age was something that would affect me so badly, but I felt it when I turned 27 - no longer in my mid 20's, but in my late 20's. I still feel like there's so much more that I could have done when I was young. And, yes, technically speaking I am still young. I probably have at least another 50ish years to live - which means I haven't even lived 1/2 my life, but still - 30, not to mention 31, just feels old to me.
What lovely sounds on my birthday - my kids in the living room, screaming and yelling at each other. I wonder if I reminded them that it is my birthday if they'd stop. Probably not.