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.