Phew.....

Well, we're finally all back to relative health and happiness.

The illness chain of reaction formula worked liked this:

Croup + Lachlan(Finn + Heather + Me) = Domestic Misery

All 4 of us being ill combined to create a powerful index of sickness hell. No one slept for 5 days straight. The boys would wake up every two hours or so crying. We'd stumble into their room all blurry eyed, feably try to get them back to sleep and then stumble back into our room only to have the other kid wake up and start the whole process 20 minutes later. It was like a tag team coached by Beelzebub himself.

Slowly, slowly things got better. They're back to sleeping now, which means we're back to sleeping now. It was just one of those parental experiences we'll have to re-live again and again I'm sure. Ah well.

You see this picture above? This was taken during the previous week when we were existing like the living dead. I'm not actually looking down at Finn lovingly, I'm actually nodding off into oblivion.

But at least I'm wearing a Helmet shirt. Old school punk mixes with sick fathers real well.