September 27, 2011 by themommahen
Anyone who follows me even in the least has heard my tales of woe about the scourge of 2011—the pox that has taken over our house, leaving no one unscathed. When we get sick, the husband and I have this annoying yet seemingly unstoppable reflex to one-up each other about who has it worse, me or him. If you’ve seen the pilot of “Up All Night” you might remember the argument Chris and Reagan have about who’s been awake more during the night. Yeah, we have those conversations too.
Anyway, that very mature side of ourselves goes out the window when our Hatchlings are the ones who’s sick. Okay, maybe that side of us doesn’t always go out the window, but at least we know it should. And with my sweet boys sleeping on the sofa today, H#2 on the other side of this vile sickness and H#3 closer to the beginning (and with a 102-degree fever to prove it), it makes me want to wave the white flag about my own fever, aches and chills…as long as we know who has it worse.