I know, I know I am going to go out of sequence.  I should first talk about the trip Up North and then talk about how the whole Newman clan is under quarantine right now, but right now this is more important in my life.

The Newman’s are sick!

All four of us were not all there yesterday driving home.  I said, “oh it’s allergies” and I also said, “it’s because we are tired and it was so cold up there this week.”  But, no, it’s because we Newman’s decided to all get sick at the exact same time!  Oh joy of joys!

Now my immune system usually knows better and I am normally spared from the Newman illnesses that float around here.  My body typically understands that Moms are not allowed to be sick.  They can’t rest properly and usually they have to care for everyone else who come down with whatever is in the air at that time.  My body and I had an understanding…I stay healthy and in turn I am able to nurse everyone else back into health.

My body is on strike because I got sick right along with the rest of them.  This is what torture must feel like.

I am sicker than a dog and last night  I was taking care of Brook and Blake, hoping Travis is sleeping off being sick himself so then, just maybe, he can relieve me in the morning.  This is Blake’s first cold and while so far it isn’t a bad one and he doesn’t have a temperature….he is having a hard time breathing since he is stuffed up and that is just making him miserable.  Brook also is having some really wonderfully scary coughing fits in the middle of the night.  Not enough to be dangerous, but bad enough to scare me out of my bed and into her room for a once over.

Travis did indeed see me this morning when he woke up and decided maybe a little R&R might help me.  Then he gave me a drug cocktail to help get me on the road to health…I don’t think it’s working.  It is his turn to sleep right now and by god I really wish it wasn’t.  All my head wants to do is be on a pillow…It feels like it’s about 50 pounds.  Maybe it is, I ate so much on vacation, maybe it is.

Okay, well back to mending the sick so Abby can come back and help us.

Next time we will leave the viral bug in Minocqua, because lord knows I don’t want it here.