The boy. Finally better.
The girl. Sick.
He woke up fine today. Which I appreciated since he has been sick for the last five days.
She developed a fever yesterday afternoon. It came on all of a sudden. She spent forty minutes just lying against my chest. I couldn't even remember the last time that had happened. Years? She seemed better this morning, and since I was really ready to get out of the house, we went to the husband's work party. She was fine, if a bit whiny. She threw up on the way home. All over her snowsuit and the stroller. She managed not to throw up on her brother and he continued to sleep through the whole thing. She has thrown up twice more since then.
We are exhausted. Five days of sickness. Five days of him not sleeping through the night.
If I could find anything under the tree tomorrow I would ask for sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.