Sunday, May 17, 2009
Being sick sucks. Being sick along with your hubby sucks more. Being sick along with your hubby while your two healthy kids tear the house apart; that takes the Nyquil laced cake.
Both kids have already had the ick, but what I don't understand, is how both of them only suffered for a couple of days while it's been almost a week now and there's no end in sight. As we get older, do our immune systems go to pot? Adults even get the better drugs, so what's the deal?
Honestly, the sore throat, dry cough, fever, chills, insomnia and stuffy head would be tolerable if I didn't have to listen to my children scream at each other, jump on me when I'm trying to rest or watch the insanity swell as we all go a bit stir crazy. The sun is shining and it's been gorgeous the last couple of days; while I leave all of the curtains shut and try to hibernate in my germ laden cocoon which is becoming increasingly more claustrophobic with littered toys, strewn blankets and pillows, and my extra whiny children.
I wish there were Germ Sitters, people you could hire to watch your kids while you recover from whatever ails you. Or even someone to come and yell at them because you've lost your voice on top of everything else. Better yet, I'd love to have a sound-proofed lock down room in my house that I could retreat to and not be bothered for days. Aaaaaaah, sounds wonderful!
In the meantime, please be patient as I channel all my energy into not killing my kids, instead of blogging. Hopefully, whatever this is goes away soon and I can return to my oh so charming self.