Earlier this week my house was full of sickies. The eldest had gastro, the youngest a cough and I am still recovering from a very horrid cold.
The funny thing about this (no comedy at all), is when it decides to hit us. I have a husband whose work requires some travel. He can go months without travelling and then hit a month full of travel days. And guess when the illnesses hit? 90% of the time they hit when he is travelling. Grrrr. I have a girlfriend who has the same thing happen to her family. I wonder if we are the only ones?
The interesting thing about this situation is that half the time my husband travels we forget to tell the kids – it happens regularly enough for them to be use to it and it is usually only 1 or 2 nights. Yet somehow their immune systems seems to hone in on it and know exactly when to break down. Sigh.
Luckily I am no longer working, when I was it was worse. As awesome as my employer was about work life balance I still felt extremely bad about the number of times I had to take off days to look after my babies. So glad I am able to be at home for them without feeling guilty when they need me. Having said that I have found that the number of times they get sick has decreased since I stopped working. Perhaps the shorter days ensures they are not so run down?
Well at least this bout is nearly over. Today both kids went off to school and I have a chance to rest some more to get rid of my horrid cold.