All members of the Hahn house under 4 feet tall have contracted the plague. Or some sort of viral infectious disease of the upper respiratory tract which affects primarily the nose. Symptoms include coughing, sore throat, runny nose and sneezing.
Right- also known as the common cold. But you would think it was the plague.
While I hate being a mother who complains about her children having a cold, I will ALWAYS be one of those mothers who complain about her children driving her crazy.
You would think they have a week of life left. I'm pretty sure we've gone through more rolls of toilet paper than an IBS patient on laxatives from Naomi grabbing enormous handful after enormous handful, touching her nose, throwing it away, then getting more (because another huge handful will surely do the trick this time).
Their reaction times to questions asked or directions given in approximately 700 times longer than it usually is, which means it takes them the entire day to get their shoes on.
Naomi sufficiently freaked out our friends today by continually telling them "NOT TO GET TOO CLOSE TO HER OR THEY MIGHT GET SICK!!" and yelling every time Bernadette put anything close to her mouth at all. I had to keep on reassuring them that it was only a cold and not tuberculosis.
And as is expected in a family where the older siblings method of playing with the baby is shoving their faces into hers, the Lucy is also infected. This meant a night of the most pathetic cries-from-the-crib I have ever heard and resulting in me wimping out, taking her out at 10 p.m and not putting her back until 4 in the morning.
Mike saved the day by letting me head out sans the 2 oldest sick chicks to enjoy a relaxing grocery trip with sick Lucy, who was even better behaved during the trip than well-Lucy. Who knew that was even possible?
A bright spot in an otherwise dark and snot-filled day.