It's been a really, really hard week.
Thursday afternoon I realized Fiona was running a slight fever. It was all down hill from there. In short succession Claire went down, then Declan, then Nicholas (thankfully on the weekend). I was feeling lousy, but that could have been from not sleeping and running around taking care of whiny babies and cleaning up sickness. Chandler held out the longest, but went down on Sunday.
I spent most of the week holding the babies because every time I tried to walk 10 inches away from Fiona she started sobbing, "No Mama! I want you Mama!". It got very old, and my back was killing me, but that's what they needed.
Today is the first day that I can see the end is in sight. Fiona is still whiny, Chandler is being lazy and Declan is fussy, but I can see the change. Someday soon I will get to leave the house! This morning I looked up from my fog of nursing all these sick people to realize that my house is a disaster! I mean filthy. The kitchen is a wreck, the bathroom is gross and the living room is a mess. It's going to take me a week to recover from all this!
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