Barry and I thought we were seeing the end of our days last week when the fever, chills, and the sniffles took their toll on us.
It's been a while since we've been that sick. We tried to contain the virus to ourselves, but that's almost impossible with kids bouncing around from room to room following you around.
You know how kids are, when they want to talk to you they want to look you directly in your eyes. They don't understand that parents can hear them with our eyes shut and heads turned. Only a couple of the kids caught a few symptoms we were having, but kids can sometimes shake things off easier than an adult.
Whatever this illness was, it had us both down for the count. The kids had fun, though. We weren't fussing about their room being a mess, or making them eat real nutritious meals. We didn't have the strength for much cleaning or cooking. If they wanted to eat cereal for supper, fine, so be it, at least they were being fed.
By the third day of lying around we started to feel better, and the dishes were piled to the ceiling. The kids are still too young to conquer that chore without accidents, so Barry and I had to bring ourselves together to get the strength to get the job done. Then we had to rest again to get enough strength to do the next chore.
We're still dragging around, chalking it up to the Kentucky crud or whatever this allergy-virus-germ thing is called these days. We're still waiting for the stuff to clear out of our systems. Some say it takes three weeks.
We finally got back to work, and the kids seem to like us better. We look at them when we talk to them and they're reassured....
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