We are sick. I hate being sick.
I do not get sick very often, but when I do, I am miserable. I have sinus-nastiness - yes, that is the medical term - and Friday I felt like the pressure from my sinuses might get so great that it would push my teeth and they would shoot out of my mouth like shiny little projectiles. I am starting to feel a little better, now I can breathe out of my nose again (sometimes) and my head is no longer on danger of exploding. I usually get sick when I am pregnant or nursing, which means I can't take any lovely medicine that would make it all go away (or at least make me so loopy that I no longer care.) I would give almost anything right now for a shot of Ny-Quil and a nap.
Grant seems to have joined me in my misery, he is stuffy and whining a lot more than usual. He also wants to cuddle all the time, which would be nice if I were healthy, but I just want to curl up in a ball by myself for a while. Emma seems to avoid most illnesses that pass through our family, and is her normal loud talkative self. Drew is a little stuffy, but does not seem any different otherwise. Ben is the interesting one. Grant is an emotional child, and how he feels affects his behavior greatly. Ben is just happy-go-lucky all the time. I thought he had avoided everything until this morning, while he was happily playing he walked up to me and wanted my attention. (Poppa-skip this part!) He had green snot completely covering his upper lip and smeared across his cheek halfway to his ear. It was nasty. I cleaned him up and he went about his day. He seems completely fine, except for needing a nose wiping every so often. What a trooper!
I am hoping we are on the mend, and I am kicking myself for our trip to the mall last weekend. Since I was the first to get sick, I know I was the first to get it, and the only place I have been lately is the mall. I will have to be more careful to keep us contained and healthy for a little while longer. Drat, I wanted outta here!