I knew it was too good to be true. We have been too well this winter.
That’s not to say that we’ve been immune to every germ. You may remember that C was in the ER on Christmas Eve with strep and scarlet fever, not that I received that diagnosis until a week after our visit — when I actually called back to inquire. Yes, I had to call 7 days later to get results that should have been acted upon within 24 hours. Thanks to an M.D. in the family, we were able to get her medicated without waiting for the incompetent hospital to get back to us. Yes, I filed a formal complaint against the hospital and no, I never heard a WORD from them. And I’m not bitter. Not at all. Heh.
Then R had that short-lived puking episode a few weeks ago, but fortunately it was contained and the rest of us were spared.
And yet, considering what others have been dealing with this winter, we’ve been incredibly blessed.
So as not to be excluded from the flu fest, C woke up with a fever yesterday morning and spent all day laying on the couch, alternating between coughing and sleeping.
D got home from school at noon (half day for conferences) and after gobbling a quick lunch, he went over to a neighbor’s to play. When he got home at dinnertime, he looked like a little whipped puppy and had developed a nasty cough. In a stroke of good providence, I had homemade chicken noodle soup on my dinner menu for last night, so after loading the kids up on Tylenol and setting them up in front of the TV with blankets and ginger ale, I set out to make the quintessential comfort food.
Last night was a long one, up and down with coughing kids, but today everyone seems to be feeling chipper. They are all home from school and sitting in front of the TV at the moment, pickling their brains on Playhouse Disney while I attend to important matters like, um, this post. AHEM.
Seriously, though, I do have grand plans for accomplishment and fruitfulness today. I’m homebound for the fourth day in a row, and one would think that the house would be a model of good housekeeping and I would be all caught up on design work. But sadly, that is not the case. So with that, I am off to do something productive. That may or may not include a third cuppa joe.