- I spent the day yesterday cleaning. Because if we were going to be home sick with the flu for days on end I didn’t want to be lying on the couch hacking up a lung and staring at a big old dustball in the corner. Rebecca, who was lying on her couch with the flu as I frantically scrubbed, informed me that I really wouldn’t care about the dustball if I got the flu. Regardless, I now have a clean house.
- I was woken by A at 3:05 this morning with a “My head hurts. And my tummy. I am HOT under my covers. My chest hurts.” On the upside, I knew exactly what we were dealing with, on the downside, yuck.
- Interestingly, she actually doesn’t have a fever. I assume it will spike at some point (or not, as A always seems to be the exception that proves the rule), and the cough is minimal. I probably would have sent her to school had I not been so aware, thus, in my uneducated opinion, explains part of why this thing is spreading like wildfire…
- Now my head hurts. Ulgh.
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Oh NO.
Courage. And chicken soup.