This was me a week ago:
This is me now:
Ha ha. There is no way I'm going to show you a picture of what I look like at the moment. Just take the above photo and add about seventeen gallons of snot. Give everyone swollen, goopy eyes (and fill my lap with one more kid who needs to be held constantly) and you'll get the idea. Four out of five people in this house are auditioning for lead snot-producer, have horrible juicy coughs and crusty eyes, and on again/off again fevers that have been hanging around for the last three days. Also, there was one episode of barfing which took place the instant I texted my sister-in-law and said "At least no one is barfing." For reals. Plus, Matthew mistook the bathtub for a diaper this morning. While Leah was enjoying a leisurely de-snotting bath with him.
Snot and poop. No one knows how to have fun like a mom.
But at least we are all somewhat on the mend, if still knee-deep in snotty kleenex. The kids and I just returned (disease-laden, much to David's delight) from a week-and-a-half-long-is-tax-season-over-yet visit with cousins. I'm pretty sure he wishes we would disappear again so he doesn't come down with the plague during crunch time. And that the four-year-old would quit wiping snot on his pillow.
Man, he is so hard to please sometimes.