I got sick on Dec. 23.
Since then, we've had five days with everyone healthy. Count 'em.
Five out of thirty-four.
That leaves twenty-nine days of sick.
And tomorrow will be thirty.
First we had weeks of the real flu (influenza). Fevers. Coughs. Chills. Aches.
Then there was the stomach flu and all the glory that entails.
And then there was the stomach flu again.
And now there is still the stomach flu.
By the end of the month, Ben will have attended ONE day of preschool. It should go down in history as the most expensive day of preschool I've ever paid for. $130 for 2 1/2 hours of playtime? Them there's some pricey play.
(Secretly, I don't mind sickness so much on a here and there basis. I don't mind snuggling up with my kiddos, giving them some Sprite, letting them watch too much TV and read lots of books. Nope. In fact, I quite like it. This, however, has gone on just a wee bit too long, and I'm ready for some health. On the bright side, thanks to all the sickness and cancelled events, I've had lots of needed (very VERY needed) practice time. More than four hours today for the first time in eons, as a matter of fact, and yes, I am proud of myself.)