I don't think there has been any time since Simon was born that all three of us were sick. There may have been some 12 to 24-hour overlap, but this is pretty ridiculous. We all seem to be on the exit side of the aisle now, but there's plenty of nagging coughs and snot to go around.
Simon had a cold just once before, I think around two or three weeks. He was a super-snot machine, but at least then we were expecting him to get up every three hours anyway. Not so much these days. He's had some great fever-and-vomit sickness, but this has just kicked his ass now for several days. If that weren't bad enough, he was salty and crabby today.
I escaped out of work a little early today to try and relieve Diana, who has also gone through various stages of symptoms, coupled with all kinds of tired since she's the one getting up in the middle of the night with him. The idea is that she can nap mid-day, while I can't, but unfortunately Simon isn't taking very good naps either.
Today I'm having short spurts of non-breathing, but the drippy throat has given way to the nagging and painful cough. It feels like tomorrow should be a better day. This is my reward I'm sure for walking around an amusement park at the freezing mark on Saturday.