This refrain has been ringing in my ear all day. That's right, folks, the F. family is on the mat again and the fourth round goes to... the Flu again!
*ding, ding, ding*
Judah is out cold with diarrhea, ear infection, coughing up bloody mucus, fever. Jeremiah is just coming around after two days of coughing, fever and congestion. Sofi is bloodied but unbowed with merely a runny nose. I am down for the count with mild fever, chills, congestion, wracking cough (wracking, people, I feel like my chest is in a vise grip held by a giant who occasionally gives me a good hard shake, just for kicks) and sore back due to propping myself up every night so I can breathe.
I know, I know. Enough with the corny and ridiculously incorrect sports metaphors. Sorry. Gotta get my laughs anywhere I can these days. Seriously though, can you believe this? In nearly eight years of marriage we have NEVER, I repeat, NEVER been this sick. Not even the time J almost died while I was busy giving birth to Sofi. (ah yes, there's a story there I may tell one day...)
This time I'm trying out Rachel's Olive Leaf treatments. I'll let you know how it goes and I'll link to her post about it if she let's me know that's ok. (*hint, hint* Rachel?) Sue said it worked wonders for Violet last time, so we're gonna give it a whirl.
For now I leave you with this thousand-word representation of what we all feel like today: