I'm not sure if it was the glassy eyes or the chattering teeth that finally convinced me to keep her home, but I'm sure glad I did. Little did I know at the time that this was the start of a marathon illness that kept my poor girl camped out on the bathroom floor for several days this week. At one point her temperature was hovering around the 104 mark...um, yikes.
By the time Friday morning rolled around, she was finally fever-free and ready-(ish) to head back to school. And that's when her big brother woke up at 4:00 a.m. with a 101 degree temperature, killer headache and a barking cough. He just couldn't stand to let his sister get all the attention this week. I HATE sibling rivalry!
While he slept the day away, I managed to get a little work and laundry done. That is, until I received an afternoon phone call from the school health room informing me that little sis nearly passed out in class and that I had to come pick her up. Just 30 minutes before the end of the day...she was SO close!
It's Sunday now, and despite my achy ribs, on-and-off headache and lack of sleep, I somehow survived the week trapped in the house with the Hell-beast virus, 2 sick kiddos, hubs out of town and no groceries. Still breathing, yes, but I think I need a nap...Is it Monday yet?