What do three sickies and a tired mama look like?

You know you have troubles when your shopping trip looks something like this.

Unfortunately, I was awoken in the night by a crying baby, only to find poor Jesse sick as a dog.

I attended to the babe and came back to check on my hurling husband. 

He said he wanted to die. 

I told him it sure sounded like he was going to.

And once morning came, I found I had two additional sickies.

I put them in poop colored jammies, called work to tell them I would not be able to make it in tomorrow, and we've been hunkered down, surviving ever since.

{B} 

{I} 

{Jesse declined a photo, although his hair was very impressive today}

{I on the other hand will show you how it really is. 

Ugly and tired. It's quite the combination.

But so far I'm not sick. 

It'll probably come in a day or two} 

Three sickies and a tired mama.

It smells like dirty diapers and clorox.

It looks like chaos and danger.

It sounds like moaning and the whirling of a washing machine.

It tastes like propel and pedialyte.

It feels like a quarantine. 

And we hope it's over soon.