Four out of five of us have been sick over the last three days. Sawyer narrowly avoided it somehow, escaping with a mere few hours of fatigue and appetite loss instead of hours of retching like everyone else. Josh and I decided to join the fun last night, with both of us fighting over bathroom privileges as we tried to get some sleep. Pretty sure neither of us got any sleep before about 4 a.m., and even that was interrupted.
The good news is that whatever we've all had seems to be a 24-hour bug, so all of the kids seem fully recovered and we hope to be that way soon. The bad news is that we're two sick adults in a house full of recovered, energetic children who don't understand why we're trapped in the house and taking turns napping upstairs.
As my four-year old so graciously pointed out, "I tired of being in the house watching TV all the time!" (the last three words said in the whiniest and most annoying of voices you can imagine).
Mommy had to remind him of how he felt on Friday night when Mommy was up with him for all hours of the night. She also reminded him that he was actually the first one to bring sickness upon our house and he might be a little more understanding. He was a bit less whiny after that.
