I Want My Baby Back

I have no cute pictures to post or awe inducing stories about Peyton's antics to recant. The funk has taken over our house, and despite our attempts to evict it, it stays. Martin was the first victim, complaining of a sore throat and the snots last weekend. I fell next, losing my voice, aching, and coughing. But the worst hit was poor little PK. Since Tuesday she's been down for the count. No daycare (which means Mom and Dad are trading staying at home, thus aggravating our employers even more), no cute outfits (although she can rock her monkey pj's like the best of 'em), no playground, no nothing. Just a barrage of fevers, vomit, coughs, and crankiness. She won't eat, and is overall miserable. Which makes us miserable. The doctor says it's "just a virus" and other than waiting it out, there's not much we can do. Grrrr.