Tuesday: Lillian and Patrick puke
Wednesday: Lillian pukes, Patrick is puny
Thursday: Lillian is puny
Friday: e'one seems fine
Saturday: my turn, let's just say I'm sick, starting at 5am; Catherine starts puking about 9pm
Sunday: Catherine pukes, Patrick wakes up puny
If it hits 40 today, I'm considering opening all the windows to air out the house. After I Lysol all surfaces, knobs, and buttons, and pull all the sheets/towels to be washed in hot water.
In heaven there is no puke. Or dirty laundry. Or germs to begin with. :)