Finally after a week of feeling awful, I went to the doctor for Valentine's day.  Bronchitis.  Ear infection.  Sinus infection.  The doctor said I needed to go home and go to bed.  I told him I was better off at work because I can't go home and go to bed, I have children who need me.  He gave me antibiotics and I went back to work.  After a Valentine's Day lunch with Kenneth and Lesley, I went back to work and got a phone call.  Baby sick, running a fever. 

I packed up and went to retrieve the children from school.  Poor Wilson had to leave before his Valentine party.  I called the pediatrician's office en route to our home.  We got home, I put Reagan to bed, and the phone rang.  Pediatrician.  I got the baby up, dressed, loaded all of us back in the car and headed off to the doctor. 

From the looks of the waiting room I can tell a lot of people are having the same kind of Valentine's Day that I am having.  There are a lot of kids.  A lot of sick kids.  We see the pediatrician who gives me a new prescription for a new antibiotic to take care of Reagan.  He looks about like how I feel.  I told him I hoped he would have a good afternoon, he laughed.  I felt really, really bad for him as we exited the office and a sea of sick kids waited.  We go home and go to bed.

I wake up at 9 pm when Chris comes home.  He has flowers, which he puts down and puts all three of us to bed.  The next morning I wake up and check on the baby.  She is lying in her own vomit.  It's never a good way to start the day sick and then have to clean up vomit.  I clean her up, we all lie back down. 

The day didn't get much better when we realized all we had for lunch was two jars of peanut butter.  Guess what - contaminated.  That could explain why we were all so sick to our stomachs last week because we were eating peanut butter sandwiches every day for lunch.  We made do with some noodles and toast.

Today there was no vomit, just some fevers and a very cranky baby.  I have a dream that one day the antibiotics will work and we will dig out of this sickness.  Here's hoping.