Whatever its origin, I'm sick as a dog. Last night was horrific. Everyone is sick but Brent; Riley and Matthew were coughing all night, Riley was in my bed at 1 a.m. and up and down all night. But the worst was poor Ayden, he had an earache, threw up, and had fever so bad his teeth were chattering. Poor kid, but he got inadequate care because I'm sick too, and Brent was at work. I've not yet had that situation in three years of a shift working husband, where the kids are up all night and I'm sick and running SOLO.
A friend mom at school when I dropped Matthew off this morning (in my pyjamas) asked me how I am feeling and I said, "Like a warm bag of crap."
This is one of those viruses that comes, leaves, and comes back with a vengeance. I need to crawl into bed and stay there for a few days, but there are some people who also need mothering around here so I can't. I made an appointment with our doctor for Ayden this afternoon, though I don't know how I'm going to survive going there. I might send Brent. I have a midwife appointment around the same time so I guess I better send him! Oh God, I might die before the day is out. If I do, know that I love you all.