Sickness Times Two

When I woke up in the wee hours of Tuesday morning to the sound of a croupy cough (AKA:  seal bark), I knew that this week might not go as we had originally planned.  

I had no idea. . . .

Our poor little boys came down with a horrible virus that mimics the flu, and unfortunately, mommy came down with it, too.  Thankfully, Jody had to foresight to don a mask as soon as he heard the coughing.  While I slept with Jack across my chest in our bed, Jody and his mask slept safe and sound on the floor.  At the time, I understood that based on the amount of spittle that was coming my way, chances were I was probably going to come down with a little cold.  Nothing I couldn't handle, right? 

Ohhhhhhhh me........

Needless to say, our household has endured lots of throw-up, messy diapers, loud coughs, and snotty noses.  At one point, Jody was yelling for me to run and help him with Rowan's throw-up, before turning around and yelling for me to help him with Jack's throw-up.  Twinsies.  What can I say?  They do everything together and at the exact same time; just as it should be.  :)  

This morning the boys finally woke up without a fever, and although they are still snotty, they are on the mend.  I seem to be a day behind them symptom wise, so I'm hoping tomorrow is my day to feel much, much better.  Of course, that doesn't mean that they still aren't milking this sickness for all it's worth. Today I watched Jack and as he pulled Rowan's hair.  Rowan started to cry, and I asked Jack what happened.  His response?

"Ro Ro crying again."  Short pause.  "Sick."  

See, it was the sickness, Mommy.  Not me.  

Smart (or should I say sneaky) boys, even when they don't feel 100%.  

Mask to at least keep me from spreading it to Jody....two sleepy boys piled up on Mommy....early paci time....snot tissue in hand.....The Wilson's, everyone