My fever broke last Saturday and some pretty spectacular geometric pieces of disease shot out of my nose, never to return. Once my status returned to “marginally functional,” I focused my attention on Shef’s latest day care plague: Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease. Do you know it? It turns out it’s easily recognizable by the open sores that appear on the hands, feet, and mouth.

Dan and I resigned ourselves to missing some more work to take care of the sores and, of course, the accompanying diarrhea and fever.

Overall, I can tell it hasn’t really been the healthiest winter because I’ve taken seven sick days during it. That’s more than I’ve ever even dreamed of taking.
My eighth will be Monday for the trip to the ear, nose, and throat specialist. I know I shouldn't, but I confess I'm daring to dream that Dr. B. will be curing the sleeplessness that's plagued our family for two years and twenty-seven days now. Not that I'm counting.

Despite all of these obstacles, we’re determined to adopt our best positive mental attitudes because of this exciting news:

Our house is done.

Well, pretty much.