The Plague

All three of us were stricken this weekend by what I can only assume was the Plague. The Plague has hit almost everyone we know this winter... Many of the Lawtons over Christmas. Livia's preschool two weeks ago. Friends, friends and more friends. And finally, the Tredways.

The benefit, as far I can tell, about all of us getting sick at once is that we get it over with. The drawback is that both Jeremy and I were exceedingly worn out at exactly the same time and it was all we could do to walk up and down stairs, much less care for Livia, who wasn't quite as sick as we were. The climax of our exhaustion came last night when we needed to put sheets on Liv's mattress and get our wound-up daughter to bed. Amid my 100.8 and his 101.9 degree fevers, the task looked something like climbing Everest. Totally impossible. Yet somehow it happened successfully. Bitty Boo slept 12 hours straight and Jeremy and I slept hard as well.

Today we're dining on Gatorade, toast and bananas. (Thanks again, Dad, for the groceries.) Surely tomorrow will be an even better day with a little peanut butter thrown in for good measure.