And the winner is.......

THE FLU! The version of the flu running rampart in these parts as felled 5 out of the 6 of us. Those 5 have bronchitis, sore throats, fevers, and for the twins, ear infections. Can you guess which one of the 6 is healthy? Yes, you guessed, it, my husband! How does that happen? Why is that fair? So, not only do I need to administer antibiotics to 4 children (and keeping them straight while I'm sick myself is going to be a challenge) but somehow I need to remember to take my own. I have barely slept the last two nights, as Drew has been in our room every half hour needing "hugs" and last night Annie was so congested it was causing her to have trouble breathing. So, I brought the monitor back into our room so I could hear her if she start to have troubles once we went to bed. Of course, that meant that while she slept, I didn't, because I kept that "ear open" for the first sign of trouble. Now, before you all go "poor you", and Doug gives me crap, HE was the one up with Drew every half hour. And then he got up at 5 and traveled to New Hampshire today. So, I won't give him too much trouble for leaving me home with 4 sick children. And for some reason, when children are sick, it seems like everything is so much more traumatic. Take today at the doctor for instance. As soon as Isabelle saw our beloved doctor (he has been my doctor since I was 8 or something like that), she started to cry. So, Annabelle started to cry. He hadn't even LOOKED at them yet. Not sure if it's a twin thing or not, but it's funny/sad/annoying/sweet. And since I don't feel well, I can't decide that right now. I just know I'm counting the hours until Doug returns, so he can tuck me into bed.

Hooray for Mondays?

THIS was the highlight of my weekend:

Yes, those are my babies, hugging. TOO DARN CUTE! And sorry, those are my husband's legs, in the way. Annie was all into hugging Izzie on Saturday and Doug managed to capture it (and his fleece covered legs) in process!

The rest of my weekend wasn't that thrilling. Well, Auntie Nettie called to cheer me up from NYC on Friday night and that was quite nice. We hadn't chatted in awhile. She asked if I was going to have any more winter babies (!) since all my children are born in December or January (oh yes, spring is BORING in Maine!). NOPERS! We are all done, officially. Doug had the big V on Friday, and since he felt it necessary to tell everyone about it, I'm throwing it out there in bloggerland. And do you know what a husband with the big V can do for THREE WHOLE DAYS afterward? Hmmm, do you? That's right, nothing. No lifting of anything over 15 pounds (i.e., you, wife, shall carry all groceries, babies, middle children), no snow shoveling, etc. So I did laundry (which, got PUT AWAY! HOORAY!), did the grocery shopping, wrangled children of all sizes and shapes and everything else all weekend. And I was dog tired (whatever that means).

And then I read Swistle's post over the weekend and decided that she rocks. I took her advice and created a nice "Monday house" to wake up to today. Which my three youngest children managed to destroy in about 3 nanoseconds. At least for a few minutes it looked nice! And by "house" I mean the area that the general public can see~you know, the living room, kitchen and dining rooms. The upstairs of my house will continue to fester in filth.

But I digress. No, I am not complaining that Doug had the big V. It was time, really, it was. And I am glad that today he is feeling better, back at work. But today I have four children at home instead of three. Megan is sick today with whatever version of the flu is going around her school. Poor thing~she sounds awful, with a nasty cough and sore throat. Which of course I am feeling like I have too. Joy. And she is sad, because today is Dr. Seuss's birthday and that meant Green Eggs and Ham for school lunch, and a celebratory birthday cupcake, and she is missing all of that. I will have to recreate that special lunch when she is feeling up to it.

Ok, Blogger, why are there no spaces between my paragraphs? I see them here, but they aren't on the preview. Grrr. Do you hear me Blogger?????

The fog is lifting?

It appears that my children are finally well. I say appears, because there are still two children who haven't gotten the evil flu virus that befelled the twins and killed winter vacation for us all. I am knocking on my fake wood desk in hopes that we are done with the evil flu. Not only did my children run high fevers and lay around crying all day, but they turned spotted. Yep, like the measles or something else fun like that (if you can call measles fun, that is). A head-to-bum rash on Annie, and a head-to-toe rash on Izzie. Not pretty at all. It just added another dimension to the pathetic nature of this flu. The girls just looked awful.

BUT, today, the fog is lifting. School is back in session! For Meg anyway. For one more day, because tomorrow there is another storm coming and we're due to get 5-10 inches of snow tomorrow into Wednesday. But, I digress.... today was almost.....normal? We went to the bus at 8 and it was the first time in 10 days the girls had been outside of the house. This morning they went down to nap at a normal time and are just waking up as I type. I actually got to spend a bit of time playing Sesame Street with Drew on the computer, and perusing the blogs I read and reading the news (hence knowing about the dreaded storm). I almost feel like me again. I walked to no place in particular on my treadmill at 6 am listening to loud music on my IPod (Do you have one of those? It's my new favorite toy I never get to use).

So, the fog is lifting and the sun is shining and I am hoping that this week brings nicer things than the evil flu, and more snow. What do you hope for?