The kids are sick. Again. I am sick. Again. It’s a cold. It’s just a cold, and yet, I feel defeated by it.
Both of the kids cough through the night. Beckett has a barking cough that continues through the day and means that naps are a no-go and night sleep is interrupted at best. Fortunately, both of the kids continue to be in relatively good spirits. The runny noses and coughs and lack of quality sleep don’t seem to bother them too much.
Of course, that can’t really be said for their mother.
All the way back in October (when it was still 2011), we all got the stomach flu. Maggie got it first, then me, then David. Thankfully, the stomach flu skipped Beckett, who at the time was about a month old.
Since then, it feels like we have all been either coming down with a cold or recovering from one non-stop. This is Maggie’s first cold-and-flu season in a preschool/day care setting, and so naturally we seem to have caught every bug that has gone through the place. I’m hopeful that the light at the end of the tunnel will appear soon.
Being sick is bad. Being sick and caring for kids who are sick is exhausting. Apparently, parents don’t get sick days.