Where oh where have the McCallens gone?

One word: bathroom. We've been in the bathroom (or on the changing table, for those of us who are under 2) for days.

Our house has been plagued with sickness in the last 2.5 weeks. Let's see... Noah had a horrendous cold/ear infection combo. And then he went back to the sitter's house for two days, where baby Aedan passed along his lingering Rotavirus germs.

Noah got violently ill on Valentine's Day, and we were feeling some really special form of love.

Then 36 hours later, David fell. I followed 8 hours later.

Monday was a new experience for me. I feel like I earned a major mommy merit badge. I think it is a true feat of endurance to change a runny diaper when you've just come out of the bathroom from getting sick... and manage to keep your tummy contents down in the process. Seriously, that was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do as a mommy, and it took some major tag-team effort from David to make it happen (kudos to dad, who was just as sick).

Anyway, today David and I feel about 80% normal, so we were able to function as normal-ish human beings. Noah, however, is still dealing with Rotavirus issues. I'm happy he's not puking, but I'm thoroughly bummed that he won't be able to go back to the sitter until his heiny is in better shape. Who knows when that will be.

So, everyone send me productivity vibes, so that I can attempt to work as many hours at home as I usually would during a regular week at the office (ha ha ha). And one of these days, I'll get back in the swing of things with this blog and life. We can't be sick forever, right?