Eeeeewwww!

Things here have been alright. School is good, the kids are good, we're good. Oh yeah, except for all the snotting, coughing, hacking, and other grossness. We have the ickies. And they suck to put it bluntly. We're all so jacked up on Sudafed and Tylenol plus Cold and Cough it isn't funny. And the best part is that hubby has a virus. He has to be on a BRAT diet for two weeks. For those of you that don't know it's plain and almost tasteless.

Bananas
Rice
Applesauce
Toast

You can also add oatmeal and decaf tea. I told him I would make him come chamomile if he wanted. He's about to take me up on it.

I knew something was wrong Wednesday when I was light headed and dizzy. Yes, I'm normally a little dizzy, but this was something different. I didn't realize how dizzy until I got on the road headed for dance class. I had to call hubby to come get us from his parents house. He took the rest of the day off and chauffered us around.

Then the boy fell asleep at the park on Friday. First he yelled at me about his lunch. Then I yelled back because I will not tolerate that behavior regardless of how he feels. Then a little while later, he sat on the blanket next to me, used his jacket as a pillow, covered up with my jacket, and took a nap. What self respecting 8 year old boy falls asleep at the park on a beautiful day with all his friends there? My poor sick boy. And he didn't want to go to dance. Now that was a sick boy.

And the baby was as fussy as she could be on Saturday. Thanks, that's just great. I knew what that meant, too. Fever all around.

The big girl was emotional. She gets that way when she's sick. I knew when she started crying about her pajamas that it was going to be a long weekend. I was right.

I hope your house is well. If not, I have three words for you: Lysol, Lysol, Lysol.

Have a great day!