Fever x 6 days, multiply by 3.

Every year, without fail, my kids get sick around the holidays.  Last year was the worst, at least for me. I ended up with what was probably a Norwalk virus on New Year’s Eve. We were with friends, without kids and I ended up in the guest bedroom for the rest of the night while my friends rang in the New Year.

This year, the little one (4 years old), developed a high fever (39.5C or 104.5F) that lasted the better part of 6 days.  Eventually we took him to his doctor for a throat swab but it was negative for strep. Husband got a small dose of it for 2 days and I got a head cold that lasted 3 days.  After a week, the boy’s fever broke and he went back to school, none the worse for wear.

Then his older brother (6.5 years old) came down with a fever.  For another 6 days, my husband (the stay-at-home parent) had to deal with a sick kid who was home from school for a week.

Meanwhile, the eldest, was beside herself.

“How come the boys got to stay home from school?”

“It’s not fair!”

“When will I get sick?  I want to stay home for a week too!”

Well, my dear; be careful what you wish for.

The same day the 6.5 year old’s fever broke, his older sister started shivering and complained of a headache.  Honestly, I thought she was faking it.  But then I felt her forehead.

Here we go again.

On the bright side, she should be just fine for Christmas.  However, I have no idea how husband is going to finish our Christmas shopping with another sick kid at home.

 

Oblivion.

What’s worse than one kid being sick?
How about three? Each one on the tail of the previous. Just as the eldest turns a corner towards the healthy side of the force, her baby brother spikes a fever and her other brother’s cough takes a turn towards the dark side.

FML.

I am curled up in bed waiting for the 1/2 tab of Gravol I just took to kick in. I am beyond exhausted and still feeling the remnants from last nights’ gingerbread festivities (hence the Gravol).

If I prayed to God I would wish for an uninterrupted nights’ blissful sleepy oblivion. That’s not too much to ask for, is it?