Taking turns

Son#2 woke me at 4 a.m. telling me he was about to vomit.
(Why children announce vomiting and peeing I'll never understand. Think deep voice: 'Mommy I am about to pee/poop/vomit')
Sigh.
Poor bunny.
His asthma is heavy, his coughing copious and now this damn nausea too.

Son#1 is going back to school, his fever gone but his coughing also lingers.
And then His Spoilt Nibs, Son#3, also coughing away but no other signs of illness yet (apart from the recently acquired bad moods, ugly faces and expressing his wishes to scratch me).
The timing sucks, it does.

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