The household of the Moaning Myrtles

Ah, the joys of having a kid in daycare. This past Wednesday I went to pick up Bjarki from daycare and his teacher uttered the dreaded “I think he’s falling ill, he’s had a rough day and isn’t himself”. Sure enough, his voice sounded raspy, although he was full of energy.

Later that night he spiked a fever, and he stayed sick for two days (Thursday and Friday). This morning (Saturday) he had perked up considerably, and seemed to be free of his fever (although he was still coughing quite a bit) but by then all the rest of us had gotten his flu-like bug.

Thus came to fruition a scenario that I dreaded happening while we lived in California, i.e. that at some point the two adults would be too sick to care safely for a child. Don’t get me wrong, we had lots of terrific friends, that I’m sure would have helped us out, with no problems what-so-ever, but…

…somehow, I’ve always felt rather uncomfortable with the notion of sending a somewhat sickly child off to non-family-others (and perhaps infect them) while I feel like it’s in the job description of grandparents (and other family members) to be there when all hell breaks loose.

So, super luckily for us, Finnur’s parents agreed to take Bjarki for the day, because he was running circles around us, while all we wanted to do was stay horizontal and moan and sleep. That most definately saved the day, because yikes, was this a yucky day (and it’s not over yet).

Anna had had a sleepover with the twin girls in the next stairwell, but when I asked for her to come home, she arrived in tears complaining about a headache, sore coughing, aches and pains and whatnot, just like us adults. I think I got five grapes down her throat before she crawled into bed on her own, and didn’t really wake up for another six hours or so.

Meanwhile, Finnur and I had the shivers, where no matter how many layers we piled on, we still felt cold. For me that meant not a lot of sleep (I need warm toes to sleep!). Later in the day it turned and all of a sudden we were boiling. Oh fun!

Anyway, I seem to be doing a bit better than Finnur who literally has been vertical about three times today, and somehow I managed to boil pasta, and scramble eggs. Thank goodness for the ventilation unit above the stove, it’s an excellent forehead-rest!

So yes, we’re all miserable, but hopefully only for another day. Now, why didn’t we get flu-shots again?!?