Man, there’s been way too much sick going on at the homestead. We’ve all been hit over the last couple weeks, and right now we seem to be enduring round two. Why does it seem that Winter cold and flu season has nothing on early Spring? I feel like we get through the major cold and dark times with minimal illness only to be felled, as a family when the bulbs are starting to poke out of the ground.

I spent the night trying not to cough, while the boys alternated between bouts of coughing and fitful sleep. Just as Jake wold quiet down after an hour of hacking, Noah would start.

At least this morning I’m starting to feel a little better. I mean, not runway model in sexy lingerie better…my throat is still kind of scratchy…but I feel like I’m trending up after a few days on the decline.

And Noah actually slept in a couple hours past his normal wakeup time, so maybe he’ll be following me uphill today. I really hope so because I am so sick of the coughing.

I’m sick of me coughing. I’m sick of kids coughing. I’m sick of wife coughing. I don’t even want coffee because it makes me think of coughing. What I wouldn’t give for a silent, cough-free night.

At least on or two quiet nights before the baby comes would be nice. Is that too much to ask?