Life in the infirmary....

If you've wondered why I have been absent from blogging this entire week, I can sum it up in two words: Sick kiddos. Yes, again. We are not normally this sick in any given season, but this winter has been one of the worst for us. This particular virus is more of a stomach flu, so it seems that much worse, given the consequences of it. So far, we have had half of our crew get sick with at least some version of this illness, which means we could potentially have 5 left who could get it. In case you're wondering, yes, I did get it. Friday was my day and I literally spent all day in bed, from 7:00 a.m. until almost dinnertime, sleeping nearly the entire time. I felt exhausted and nauseated and ran a slight fever-yuck. Fortunately, by Saturday morning, I was feeling much better, though my stomach is still telling me to take it easy. Our kids didn't fare as well as I did. We have been up probably 3 or 4 nites this week, cleaning up vomit from bedsheets and floors, and giving little kids showers to wash off the mess. We haven't had more than one vomiter per nite, which I am thankful for. I know there are a lot of things I will probably miss about having little kids as mine grow older-the little handprints on the wall, the legos left on the floor, the noisy voices. But let me tell you, cleaning up puke at 2 a.m. is NOT one of them! With Dad leaving for a business trip and Grandma coming for a visit in the next few days, I am hoping this week shows itself to be very uneventful. I've got my eyes on spring-and it can't get here a moment too soon!