Hell and Precious Bodily Fluids

(Please excuse the title - I watched Dr. Strangelove two weeks ago and its humour is still percolating through my consciousness.)

WARNING - Graphic descriptions of children's cold symptoms follow. Reader discretion advised.

The kids, Marli and I have been sick for about a week and a half.

Remember that "Hell" I talked about in my first post? Yeah, this isn't exactly Hell's ninth circle, but certainly it feels like a minor antechamber. Sick kids = sick parents. Sick kids + sick parents = misery.

The aforementioned precious bodily fluids leaking from nose and mouth (occasionally eyes, too, in Kenshin's case) - the coughing, the vomiting, the crying, the wailing, the sleep-deprived nights, the hurting and the ouching already, glaven! To put things in perspective, this is a moderate level common cold - not terminal cancer, of course, but boy can five month-olds look miserable when their nose is running so much mucus is coming out of their eyes and getting crusted in their eyelashes, nose, corner of eyes, edges of mouth, etc...

Marli's getting the worst of it, having to be at home with them and not being able to expose young Daigoro to other children for fear of spreading this pestilence on to other families. This makes for the worst form of cabin fever, I'm sure.

When you (as the parents) are sick as well, there come times when you wish you had a magic want to wave and make the children disappear for a few hours. Or better, be well.

So we get up to Friday of last week, it seems like people are getting better... and now Marli thinks she's getting sick again.

Fun, fun, fun!