There is a chest cold leaping from kid to kid in my house, which sounds super unpleasant now that I write it down, but that’s only because it is. Truth in advertising, y’all.
Ten days (per kid!) of fever-plus-coughing-plus-misery times six kids equals I don’t even know what.
By week three of Kid-Sick-Capades (like IceCapades, but without the flashy costumes), when a friend called to ask how I was doing, all I could think to say was: I feel like I am underwater.