I’ve decided that I’m just going to rename January and February, Sick-uary. I feel like every single year it is more of the same. We welcome the New Year with someone getting sick. The sickness makes it rounds only to be followed immediately by another illness that also has to make the rounds. It is ridiculous. This eventually stops right, when the kids are older and not putting stuff in their mouth as much or being sneezed and coughed all over by their little friends? Please tell me we won’t start every year like this forever and ever!
This past weekend was the climax of 2 weeks of endless illness. It started with Nora, of course, it always starts with the littlest one right!? She had a cold that she passed onto everyone else, except Lorne. He managed to avoid the first round. I feel like she barely got over the first cold and was onto something else. This second round has been the pits. Fevers, coughs, sore throats, and a lovely case of pink eye for Maya. Good times.
I spent this past weekend nursing 3 sick kiddos, making runs to the doctor and the pharmacist, administering all sorts of fun medication, including the ever fun eye drop! And my reward for playing nursemaid to 3 sick kids that are all on the mend now, you guessed it, my turn with the current crud I spent last night all achy and feverish and woke this morning feeling like I hadn’t had any sleep at all. Hopefully I can kick this one quickly. I’m not a fan of being sick. I read an article once that said that women who exercise regularly get sick less frequently than those who don’t. I exercise every day, but it doesn’t seem to help me when Sick-uary rolls around. I guess the study didn’t take into account being covered in the disgusting splatter of coughing, sneezing children 24/7.
Hopefully once I kick this round we will be done with Sick-uary and can return to the land of the healthy once more. Fingers crossed.