The flu

Well, I failed to mention that while we were in Tahoe, poor little Ginger got a touch of the flu. One time throw up and miraculous recovery. Then Nancy and Gideon's poor nanny Maria got sick. When Maria got it, we all were just crossing our fingers that it would bypass us. And it did. Until we got home. Got home on a Thursday around 4 pm and by 8 pm poor Kiira was throwing up. Evan never wants to be left out so he joined in by about midnight. Man, thank god Alan was in town because taking care of two puking kids at one time is NOT fun. Especially when one is young and shall we say, unpredictable. That lasted until 4 am. Yuck.

I guess it was inevitable. Alan and I went down at the same time on Monday. Both of us in bed. I had the fever, chills body ache variety while alan had, well, he had the variety that I described above. Our babysitter was here for a few hours that day (thank god!) but when she left (she had had the flu over the weekend) we did rochambeau to determine who would take the first shift. We decided an hour on with kids (who were fully recovered and back to their rambunctious selves) and then you could go back to bed and the other person would take an hour shift. Sounds good on paper right? Up until then Alan hadn't throw up and we were on equal ground. Well, just as he was about to take the first shift (as you've guessed, he lost the rochambeau tournament), sure enough, he ummm....indisposed shall we say. All I could say was "Damn! Throwing up always trumps the bodyache, fever, flu. Double damn." So, I took the rest of the night.

Man, sometimes it really sucks being a parent. Why won't those little people just accept I am taking a sick day?! :-)