By lunch Shel was home sick.
By breakfast on Saturday Tanner was down for the count.
By lunch, so was Eric.
High fevers, a nasty cough and a complete and total lack of energy. In fact, they slept and slept and slept.
Does it make me a bad mother that I actually enjoyed the first 36 hours? No fights, no mess, no bickering, no driving around. Quiet kids wanting to sleep undisturbed for hours on end. It was practically a mini-vacation.
Now that a few are feeling a bit better and demanding food and drinks but still too sick to get it themselves or clean up after themselves? Not quite so fun.
Boys, you can get better now.
I bet Shell is really thrilled you posted that pic of him!! LOL
we have a touch of that here today too, 2 of the girls and J, I was gone most of the day but tonight is quite peaceful!
I am new here! What a great blog :)
Poor sick boys. I hope they get better soon.
Ah, 2 out of the 3 down here too. They look like they are coping much like their cousins. No enjoying the first 36 hours is not a crime.. it is a matter of self preservation - because you KNEW what would come when they began to feel better. Hope you all make it through this winter grunge!
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