It's the illnesses that make parenting worthwhile...

So, we're sick again. All four of us. Some sort of tummy thing. I'm guessing it was something we ate, because it really hit us all at almost exactly the same time. (For regular diseases, there's usually a staggered progression: one of us will come down with it, then another, then another...)

It's not the worst thing we've had, but it's plenty unpleasant and I'm more than ready for it to go away.

This particular round of illness has left me with a question, though. Why is it that the more tired (and sick) children are, the more they fight against actually going to sleep? Seriously. I'd think it would be the other way around, but no...

Anyway, blogging may be a bit erratic until I get my guts my feet under me again.