Since we put foot back on California soil after the Chicago Marathon, we have been dealing with sickness at our house. We came home and Syd had a mild case of hand, foot & mouth, which was then overlapped by a double ear infection. And about a week later I got this weird and stubborn cold/flu that I STILL HAVE. Then Syd got it. Then John got it, a particularly bad case of it might I add, and the last to fall has been our sweet little boy. We are a snot factory. We are screaming for an hour at bedtime because our head hurts and we cannot breathe. We are missing three weeks of school in the span of one month.
I got a brief reprieve when I went to New Orleans for The Blathering ... I really, truly thought I'd turned the corner health-wise. But almost as if on cue, the hacking cough, the congestion, returned with a vengeance. "Death warmed over" does not do justice to how I've felt this week.
So this is just to say I'm frustrated. I'm tired of our entire family feeling like crap. I'm tired of my daughter weeping because she has to stay home from school AGAIN. I'm upset because my son is sick and there is little to nothing we can do except wait the virus out. And don't even get me started on the MAN COLD. You know it's bad when your husband makes his own doctor appointment and picks up his own prescriptions! I have run only a handful of times after the marathon because my body is so very angry and so very tired.
There are so many things I want to do and say but I am busy buying tissues and wiping snotty noses and wrestling people with a bulb syringe while they try to kick me in the face.