Ok, that's not entirely accurate as it would involve dividing by zero.
In short, we're all sick. Every. Last. One. Of. Us.
Why, you ask? Let's do a quick run down:
Janey: Looking pretty good for being the walking dead. Still operating with batteries at 40% charge.
C: Coughing and hacking. (mostly) into his elbow/shirt. Occasionally all over lunch preparations.
J: Snotty. Dripping. Everywhere. I pull out a kleenex and instruct "blow!"....3 tissues later I've extracted a metric litre of snot.
Me: Low energy. Sore throat. No voice. Which makes makes hollering instructions at the kids challenging. The usual thundering: "Stop poking your sister...and you - you do NOT kick your brother because he called you a...never mind. Just get over here!" comes out sounding like a 13 year old with his voice cracking.
G: Generally low key (which is very unusual for our Hanna Montanna/Margret Thatcher cross) she's not happy that she actually has to start getting dressed now.
Baby: I'd forgotten how frustrating it is (for all involved) to have children that can't "blow on demand". Of course, the great thing is when you try and wipe her nose she reeeealy doesn't like it...and then blows all the snot out in a huff of indignation.
So we're just passing germs back and forth. "I'll see your flu and raise you a cold!" Laughing hollowly when various media outlets claim "the flu season really isn't all that bad. It's just a government conspiracy!"
Conspiracy my cold, wet, sore, dripping, nose.
