We are sick over here. Of COURSE we are, because children live here…and children are germy little creatures.
It starts with Sammy usually, coughing, mucous, sneezing, fever, red nose, misery….. all the usual symptoms.
Last night we went to bed with Jenna feeling fine, and she woke up a few hours later barking like a seal.
Honestly, there is no point in trying to separate them when one gets sick…. you just have to wait for the inevitable to happen.
When the sickness hits, there are things we do. Routines we have. Requirements for the very survival of the sick person. These things include a liberal rubbing of Vicks onto the chest and back of the victim. Big vaporizer going full blast near the bed. Pillow to prop the head so there is less gurgly breathing as mucous pools during the night. Puke bucket always handy. Of course the necessary sick couch time, spent lounging in glassy-eyed misery, huddled under the special green blanket, cold rag on the head, watching movies on demand all day long.
Sprite, a.k.a. “Magical Elixer” is called for in mass quantities. Sick eggs and toast, without which, survival would be impossible.
So this is what we are having for breakfast today. Sick eggs, toast, sprite. Taking bites between blowing noses and discussing our percentage of feeling better. (Sammy reports 65 percent today….)