I write to say how thoroughly grateful I am that I think our family is done being sick.
The kids didn’t get it as bad as J and I did.
And it actually came in handy that he often denies that he is sick, so that he could take care of the kids while I did what I do when I am sick: hide in bed. I did that for a day or maybe even 2, it wasn’t working so well, actually. I thought that’s what you were supposed to do, but I think that being in the bed made my temperature higher than it might have been normally, cause it came right down when I sat about for awhile.
It’s also no fun being sick with kids. As long as someone is healthy enough to take care of the others, its manageable, but otherwise I can see it just being an awful mess.
Reason #3980 that I will tell my kids that they should stay close to home when they have kids.
Edit: I am going to the doctor tomorrow because it has come back. We can’t both be sick with 2 kids!