Illness descends

     I used to believe there were few things worse than getting a cold in the summer- the runny nose and cough really belong to the winter months when you want to snuggle up with a blanket and a hot cup of tea.  Plus, there is something incongruous about putting on a cute little sundress and trying to find a place to store some tissues.
     Of course, I now know of something much worse: illness descending on an entire family.  We have been infected by a cold in our house, and alas, it has struck each member in due time. My husband brought it back with him from a business trip (I would have preferred a snow globe); while he is on the upswing, we are all in various stages of suffering. He stayed home yesterday as I was completely out of commission- something that hasn't happened since Dec. 2002 when he also infected me- that time, it was the flu, but we were on vacation which is almost the same (mentally) as being sick in the summer. (Perhaps there's a trend to be noted...)
     It is one thing to just have a toddler coughing and snotting on you, but to have it in conjunction with a hacking baby and your own raw coughs is really far beyond the minor unpleasantries I used to associate with illness.  I would pretty much give anything to be able to just sit and snooze- summer or winter- but instead I need to be there for the two little cherubs!

 Now I know the old Jewish grandmas were right when they said "If you don't have your health, you don't have anything."