It all started when I saw my little four year old sister running around in frantic circles in the living room with her little hands over her mouth and her cheeks puffed out like a chubby kid eating birthday cake.

Then it happened. She stopped, looked at me, looked at the floor, and put a little spew on the floor. That wasnt all. She ran into the lounge and put a few more spews around the house.

Since then, my three little sisters have all had the vomiting bug. The next day, my mum and dad shared in the festivities. Its become so bad that my dad took pillows into the bathroom, and slept on the tiled floor next to the toilet for speedy access to the vomit area.

Its affecting my quality of life. I dont eat ANYTHING from the house, in case I catch something in the food. I walk around the house with my t-shirt covering my mouth and nose so I dont catch their SARS-Vomiting bug. The worst thing, is that I have to have my rain cd up really loud and on repeat all night so I dont get woken up in the middle of the night by some member of the family violently emptying their stomach into the bowl in the bathroom above me.

Sheesh...