It'll Hurt if I Swallow!

I hate this part of my job. Four out of the five people in my family are sick at the moment and one of them is me. Usually, when I'm sick as the mom, I just have to suck it up and move on through the day, but this time I honestly feel terrible. I've woken up the past few mornings wondering what in the world am I going to do with my kids today? Who can take them so I can get some sleep and get over this nastiness of a head cold? And then they got sick, so I didn't have to worry about that. Audrey has had a fever and a strange rash, which has caused her face to be all pink and puffy and Miles has a stuffy nose and won't sleep longer than 25 minutes at a time. We've all been stuck in our house for almost 3 days with nothing to do but feel miserable, and I'm just plain sick of being sick!

Parker fell asleep on a heating pad this evening around 530. (His ear was hurting; he was blissfully un-sick until then). I assumed he would just stay asleep all night, but oh no, he woke up around 9 o'clock and announced, "I'm ready for breakfast."

Oh boy. Thank heavens for my husband, who has the very convenient ability to *write prescriptions, since we always seem to get sick on Friday afternoon, when the Doctor's office is closed.

This is from the day Miles was born. I love this picture of Neal. I can just see true pride and love in his eyes, since the rest of his face is covered up. :) When I've had my three babies, Neal has had to change out of his own scrubs to put on the set they give him at the hospital. I always thought that was so silly.

* But don't come a-callin' asking for drugs. He only does it if I beg him to. It's not quite super-kosher.