It isn’t often that we all get sick at once around here. Most often, the kids bring some bug or another home from school and spend a day or two feeling miserable. Occasionally, The Man We Call Dad or I will catch something somewhere, but we usually manage to keep the kids from getting it too.
Not this time.
This time, The Man We Call Dad was laid low first. Three days later, with The Man We Call Dad feeling only marginally better, it was my turn for a very high fever, cough, and exhaustion that lasted from Christmas Eve to Boxing Day and isn’t gone yet. I feel, quite simply, absolutely terrible. Terrible enough that I chose to spend most of Christmas in bed – and you know how much I love Christmas! – leaving The Man We Call Dad to cook the turkey and prep the house for Christmas dinner for 19.
But I am out of bed and busy tending to the little ones, whether I am ready to be up and about or not. Yesterday it was Miss B’s turn to come down with it, missing the first day of ski camp (and terribly jealous that her brother got to go skiing without her). Today, both kids are on the couch. B’s fever has come down a little, but K is suffering through his turn, and neither of them wants to move much at all. K is even too sick to play his new Lego Lord of the Rings game on the Wii, which gives you a pretty good idea of just how sick he is.
Hopefully they will recover faster than this old Mama. It would be a terrible shame to spend a lovely snow-filled winter break being sick instead of having fun skiing and building snow forts and having fun with friends.
I hope all of you had a lovely winter solstice and Christmas, and that 2013 brings you much happiness and joy.