… From the House of Illness. If you were thinking of stopping by today, think again. The next round of some creepy viral, flu-like infection has arrived and taken over. All four of my little ones are achy, boogery, feverish and MISERABLE.
I don’t know why we would be sick again? (As Kelan places his snotty tissue on the counter, Kian sneezes on the baby and Braeden coughs on the computer.) I’d like to give a shout out to Lysol, I’m sure I’m contributing to at least 4 of their employees salaries.
Last night was a treat. I staggered exhausted room to room every few hours doling out medicine, trying desperately to stay ahead of the fevers. At one point, I scared the crap out of myself when I walked into the baby’s room. I was so tired that my eyes weren’t really open and I mistook the hamper with clothes on top as a person crouched by the crib. The only thing that kept me from screaming and taking 10 years off my husband’s life, was my heart stuck in my throat.
I’m just praying I don’t get it or as my oldest child put it “It’ll be every man for himself around here.”