Everyone in my home is sick.
It started with Little Bit. He was sniffling and grumpy all day on Wednesday, by Thursday he was full-fledged sick and by Friday I was following suit. When Saturday rolled around Jeremy was joining the two of us. Now we're all a snotty bunch of grumps that want little more than to sleep. Well, except for Henry. He doesn't want to sleep, he wants to play.
If you don't have children yet, let me prepare you a bit. Having a sick baby sucks. It really, really sucks. They can't tell you what's wrong, they don't understand what's wrong, you can't give them most medicines, they throw horrible fits because they're tired and frustrated, and you have to just stand back and watch them suffer although you're doing everything you possibly can to make them better. Also, you'll probably end up sick too and if your child is anything like mine, he'll hog the entire bed and blanket and you'll end up shivering, holding on to the edge of the mattress trying to save yourself from falling on the floor while you're doing your best to feel better too so you can take care of your sick baby.
It's a vicious cycle.
So I'm going to go curl up beneath a blanket and hope that the meltdowns today are minimal and maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and my world will be a lot less filled with snot.