I don’t want to relive this day. Everyone in the family, except me, has a cold. My wife still went to work and I was home with the four sick children. They stayed home from school, I made little nests for all of them to curl up in and they watched DVDs all day. They had no energy to do anything else. I ran back and forth catering to all the whiney requests and made sure they all stayed hydrated.
It’s roughest on the littlest one because he can’t articulate what’s wrong as well as the older kids. He just knows he’s miserable and wants to be snuggled and reassured that everything will be OK.
For two to four year olds, chicken noodle soup, crackers and Pedialyte is the prescription. Thomas the Tank Engine, Bob the Builder and Fireman Sam, plus a Disney movie or two, make it manageable. For the wife it’s a dose of Nyquil and a roll of toilet paper by the bed to get her through the night. I’ll probably sleep in my office so she can sleep better and I won’t get sick.
Who am I kidding. I’m next.