I am so sick of the sickness. It seems like for 3 whole months straight I have been wiping a nose, wiping a behind, or wiping up vomit. When does it stop? Why did I marry a man who’s dominate trait was a weak immune system. The worst part is I am the one who never gets sick, this leaves me doing all the grunt work. 

Not that being sick is some great vacation. I actually am recovering from a nasty bout with bronchitis (something I never have had and never want to have again.) but it would be nice if at least one person was on team healthy besides myself. I wake up in the middle of the night to hear one of the children coughing or my husband stirring because he can’t breathe out his stuffed nose.  I feel like every other week I am calling the pediatrician’s or standing in line at the pharmacy. I am actually thinking about manufacturing my own line of plastic bubbles (in periwinkle, sage, or sunset of course) for any lovely tot to spend it’s day to day activities in without the worry about those pesky things like germs and bacteria.