I went to bed last night and was woken up shortly after by a coughing, coughing, coughing child. I went to tend to her, gave her some asthma medicine and went back to bed. Her sister immediately woke up and started crying. She was running a fever, a pretty high fever actually. Then she started coughing too.
I’d love to tell you that the night got better after that, but it would be a total and utter lie. In fact, the rest of the night included vomit, changed sheets, more vomit, more changed sheets, more asthma medication, lots more asthma medication, standing in front of a steaming shower, and finally, two very, very brief hours of sleep.
The only conclusion I can draw from this is that karma is reading my blog and decided to punish me for whining about not getting a sick day. Because clearly not getting a sick day is nothing compared to not getting a sick day because you have to care for two very cranky, feverish, needy children on barely two hours of sleep.