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What Goes Around Comes Around...and Then Comes Around Again

We are sick. Again. It seems like just when one of us is getting better, then next one comes down with something else. First I had a 24 hour stomach bug that rendered me completely useless, forcing Nathan to take not one, but two days off of work to take care of me and Benjamin (who wasn't sick but still needed taking care of since he is only 1 and I obviously wasn't doing it). This was a couple weeks before Christmas. Then, about two weeks ago Nathan came down with the same thing, (as did his brother's entire family who's house we coincidentally had dinner at the night before) forcing him to take another two days off of work to recover. 

So just as I'm breathing a sigh of relief that Benjamin never showed signs of getting the same bug, he starts in with a barking cough last Friday night, the first night of our camping trip. The whole weekend was spent wiping snot from his nose, drool from his chin (thanks to two new teeth coming in) and green gunk from his eyes (where did that come from?) Poor guy was just leaking like a sieve. But by Sunday night I notice that everything was starting to slow down and I thought that maybe we were on the downhill side of things.

Then I woke up with a major sore throat. Followed by a headache. Concluding with an achy body and chills. And Benjamin slid backwards as well. So the two of us were camped out on the couch all day alternating between "Baby Einstein" DVDs, "Judge Judy," and "Access Hollywood." We learned all about who was the best and worst dressed at the Grammy's last night. (Side note: Which category do you think Lady Gaga came in?)

Somehow we survived the day, even though Nathan was at work, which meant that I had single mom duty to a sick toddler, even though I was a sick parent. Guess you just can't call in sick to being a mom.

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