"So go running for the shelter of a mothers little helper." Never truer words spoken. Ive sung that song to myself SO MANY times throuugh the course of my addiction. Boy today its really stuck in my head. My wife for obvious reasons needed a get away. So feeling I could handle it, really needing to prove to myself I could handle parenting responsibilities on my own I said go, get away, I got this. Well my son came down with the dreaded noro virus about 3 hours after she left yesterday. Poop and puke everywhere. The poor little guy just doesnt know whats going on. I know if I can get through this though I can get through anything without those cursed pills.