It started Sunday with Emily's cold/fever/bad ear infection. She wasn't sleeping well, was crying constantly, and refusing to smile. It was horrible. She is finally feeling better with the help of time, a priesthood blessing, and antibiotics.
We then woke up Friday morning to Andrew throwing up in his bed. And then all over the living room, and then for the next couple of days. He's still sick, the poor little guy.
Now I am getting a cold and feel sick to my stomach.
Sorry to whine, but we can't catch a break around here. Anytime I get sick, or the kids get sick, I think of how lucky we are to usually be healthy. Being healthy is so wonderful. Being sick is so horrible.
I'm going to go blow my nose now.