On Sunday, the girls got sick. On Monday, it was my turn. I breathed a sigh of relief when we made it through Tuesday and Wednsday without anyone else catching the bug. Then Wednesday night, Jack took his turn and for him it dragged out through much of the day today- thankfully my class was cancled this evening because both he & I were functioning off of very limited sleep.
Well, this evening he perked up and I was dusting off my hands of the illness, feeling we had finally licked it. Hey, I figured, if my husband gets it at this point- he's on his own. Hah. Flash forward, oh... five hours or so and whaddayaknow. Lydia starts crying, complaining of a stomach ache.
And, yup, sure enough, she's sick. Here we go again. Argh.