Part of what I find hard when one of the kids is sick is the anticipation. The anticipation of the other one getting sick. I know it's coming. But then as the days pass my spirits lift and I begin to think that maybe, just maybe, it won't happen this time. Until it does.
The girl was sick last weekend. The boy was sick this weekend. Not as bad, but he still had a fever for three days and threw up one morning. We were just starting to recover from the week before, the house was getting cleaner and we were getting more sleep, and then then we went into a tailspin.
Now we wait again. Anticipating who will get in next. Hoping that it passes the two of us by.