It Never Ends!

We're still on the sickness train, and I for one, am ready for this ride to end. The boys apparently have H1N1. They're on Tamiflu and painkillers. I'm on my last remaining stock of energy. Mark is ridiculously busy at work but is trying very hard to be home early to help. He's downstairs making me some dinner right now. And maybe after dinner I might shower for the first time in four days.

All I can say is that these kids had better have the world's best immune systems by the time they get to kindergarten or I'm giving up entirely and moving to some remote island from October to April from now on.

Baby Bobine is hanging in there, although I think she'd probably be happier if I wasn't stressed out and exhausted all the time. I honestly can't even begin to contemplate how I'm going to manage three children next spring. I'm overwhelmed at the mere thought of it.

I've decided over the past several sleepless nights that the worst part of parenthood is the worry. It would be so much easier if we just didn't worry. But then I guess that's when people start calling Children's Aid...

Please send some healthy vibes, we need all the help we can get this week!

My poor little guys passed out in our bed yesterday, shortly before spiking fevers again and crying all the way to the doctor's office.