sick of the flu

I spent the majority of the week taking care of flu stricken children. Days and nights and days and nights of feverish small people writhing around on the couch or the bed or the bathroom floor, threatening that the throw up was going to come out right now. Luckily (?), it never did. After 3-4 days of this misery, the gunky hacking coughs came on. Maggie finally went back to school on Thursday, and Frank was about a day behind her in his recovery.

Now I'm going into my 4th day of body-aches, headaches and eyeball-aches that are barely being touched by Ibuprofen, and this afternoon Maureen started her runny nosed version of the illness. So it looks like tomorrow will be me and the little one on the couch, flipping through Sunday movies and getting better at Sudoku. This week, while I was at home alone during the day, I watched a great PBS show about the Shakers, and also started watching the German mini series from the 80s called "Heimat". Also figured out how to do word jumble on the internet. And slept more consecutive hours than I have in 7 years. I hope to feel good enought tomorrow so that I can start burning all our bedding, or perform some other ritual that will make me feel like I'm exterminating the nasty rotten cruddies.

Hmmm, I wonder if Tim's disgusting petrie dish experiment had anything to do with all this illness?