You Have Got to Be Kidding Me

I started feeling congested yesterday, glad to fall into bed, just asleep when the pitter patter of Anna feet woke me up, "Mom, Grace is making sick noises." Ran into the bedroom found her hotter than a pancake again, fortunately we didn't need clean up duty this time, but stayed up until 3 watching I Love Lucy just in case. This morning finds us both croaky, stuffed up and miserable. This better mean we have built up enough antibodies to have a sick free winter, this is way too soon after our last bout, and we stay home, where are these germs coming from!