My house is strangely quiet for a Saturday afternoon. There is the sound of the tea pot on the stove making the water hot for the um-teent cup of tea, the sound of cartoons quietly on the t.v. This is the sound of our house when everyone is sick. Yes, everyone.
It started with Matt. Vegas, with its recycled air and tons of people is a challenge for the immune system. Matt's failed him. He has had a scratchy throat and sniffle nose for a while and the last few days he succumbed and became ill, fever and all.
Next to fall was Addilyn. She is a tough cookie, that one. Doesn't whine, just looks pathetic with a 103 temp and asks to "nuggle" for a little while.
Last night was Annabelle and Eliana. All four now have fevers, body aches, chills and a cough. Eliana with all the drama to go with. Annabelle just wanting to nurse and snuggle.
Then there is me, sleep deprived by healthy, doing my best to hold down the fort. Making tea, rocking babies, fetching drinks of water, putting on movies, trying to temp a sick family with little snacks so that they will eat something. Snuggling, my lap has been full all day.
This won't go down as one of my more productive weekends, but if I can see Monday with a house full of recovering sickies and my healthy firmly intact, I will consider it a success.