Day Two of the Quarantine

My laundry is caught up.

I've read about 1500 blogs.

I taught my six year old how to play solitaire.

Sam came home from school with big purple smudges under his eyes, coughing his little head off. I can't give him any of the good drunky cough medicine because he's allergic to codeine, so looks like another long night. Kady and I have camped out in Paul's and my bed (we kicked him to the couch, poor daddy), but I'm not sure there's room for another kid in there; it's only a queen. We have a window seat, though, and that may have to do double-duty.

There are three confirmed cases of THE FLU in Kady's class at her table alone . They sent one more from her table home (that I know of) today with symptoms of Fifth's Disease (or "Slaps" if you're more old school mom) which, if he's got symptoms, he's not contagious anymore; he's already done his germy damage. I guess, though, they looked it up online and said that may also be the beginning sympoms of THE FLU, too. Geesh. Abby said there were five missing from her class today. Tater heard on the radio this evening that our county is being bombarded with a nasty intestinal virus that is running so rampant it's uncontrollable. It's a rather pleasant virus that lasts from 1-5 days and causes severe dehydration. Of course, that kind of goes without saying if you puke and poo nonstop for five days.....

Best part of the day? I've developed this little tickle in the back of my throat and my nose is running like a faucet. I'm hoping it's allergies. Please be allergies. I do not want to have to go to the Indian Clinic and risk coming home with Ebola or Typhoid.

I want to go to bed and wake up in June.