On the negative side: it's been a week of cold and flu here in Casa RJA. My ordinarily energetic five-year-old was flat on his back for most of Monday and Wednesday, and I had to keep him home Thursday as well for fear of another relapse. My three-year-old has woken up in the middle of the night three days running to moan, "Mommy, I don't feel so good."
But the worst? The baby has it too. I really thought -- hoped -- he'd escape, but for the last two days his nose has been alternately stuffed up and running, plus he's developed a rasping chest cough that makes it hard for him to nurse. Saddest of all, his left eye has turned red, swollen, and goopy; and as of this morning the infection's spread to the right eye as well.
Oh, my old friend pink eye, how I don't love you. My only consolation is that the rest of us don't have it -- yet.