I don't do sick well.
Just ask my husband.
I can't really sleep when I'm sick, so I end up more tired than usual and so, so miserable.
Then, you add the children being sick on top of that (and the husband!), and apparently a son who is like me and can't sleep either (slept 20/cried 20 from 3AM until 6AM today. Before that, my saintly husband was sleeping with him in the other room so he wasn't my problem).
Apparently, I am not cut out to be a martyr. I feel like whining the whole time you're facing martyrdom makes it count for less.
Well, darn, missed my chance for martyrdom too, then.
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