Day Three

Friday was Jake's turn - fever, headache, overall grumpiness. By Monday it was Abby. Belly ache, fever and diarrhea (or diary as she calls it), although when she returned to school today she told her teacher she'd had a stroke. (Your guess is as good as mine.)

And then today, it's Sam. He woke up with a sore throat and fever and before we could whisper "strep throat" he was puking. He always pukes with strep throat. This time it was in the bathroom, the car, the doctor's office. I am suddenly desperate for hand sanitizer and Lysol.

Bryon goes out of town tomorrow, so I'm eager to see what kind of mutant strep throat-flu-fever I'll wake up with.