It didn't really start as the house of sickness, more like the house of "not so good luck". D and I went to a newspaper awards thingy and while we were gone Sol (son #4) decided to take a face-first plunge into the ottoman and split his cheek wide open. Not good. A trip to the ER and a little glue and he's back to normal. Well, until the next night when it started bleeding for no good reason sending us back to the ER. Trying to be a good momma I wanted to carry him, comfort him -- and send myself to the ER. Because while I was doing the comforting/carrying -- I also did some falling down stairs with my darling and broke my foot. Yes, broke my foot -- a side bone, so lots of pain, bruising and no cast of any sort.
Then starts week 2 -- some strange flu like stuff is making it's way through our house -- 4 down, 1 in the midst and 1 destined to catch it. (the hold out is D -- he'll be the worst)
I need a massage or a week on the beach.