We here in Clegg house have been sick for a month. A MONTH. And I’m, well, sick of it. It started a week or two before Thanksgiving when Zoey caught a cold and quickly passed it to Eleanor. Zach was the next to start feeling run down. Then my dad caught it while babysitting the girls and passed it to my mom. This was a few days before Thanksgiving and my mom is still sick. I can count on one hand the number of times I have seen my mom get sick during my entire lifetime. This virus is a nightmare. I seemed to be the only holdout. Then, over Thanksgiving, I finally started feeling utterly exhausted and congested. All in all, however, it seemed to be much milder than most colds I get that usually end up as sinus infections. I figured it must be a virus I’ve already had and I would get over it quickly.
Oh how wrong I was.
Since then (that’s what, four weeks now???) I have just gotten worse. During this horrendous month of sickness, we have experienced:
Nausea and vomiting (and by “we” I mean Zoey puking all down my back in the shower)
Pinkeye? I think? Definitely something gross has infected Zoey’s eyes, making them bloodshot, puffy and oozing gross white stuff.
Missed days of work
Missed days of school
The complete destruction of every last shred of my sanity.
Zach and Eleanor, at least, seem to be recovering and getting close to their old selves (although Eleanor still tires quickly and is quite fussy during the days). Man, I just have to really whine here for a second about how hard it is. It is hard to be stuck in the house, for days on end, with two cranky, bickering, sick kids, while you are also sick and cranky…and seven months pregnant. It’s just hard.
All I ask is that we’re healthy by Christmas. Can a mama at least get that little Christmas miracle???