Winning the battle

Well, I checked outside this morning...I think the Grim Reaper has left for now.  He was looking pretty confident for the past few days.

We went out for a bit Saturday evening, and when we got home, Natalie was lying on the couch groaning.  She had a temp. of 102.  Crap.  By Sunday morning, Monica felt bad, and by Sunday evening, Kevin and I had it, too.  The flu is an ugly beast.  Kevin's temp spent close to 24 hours hovering around 104.  Mine topped out at around 102.5, but normal for me is 97.7, so we were both in pretty bad shape.

I came home early Monday and grabbed the girls from Mom's and we came home and went to bed.  Kevin came home a short time later, and went to sleep himself.  I tried to go back to work yesterday, but came home midday again.  Today, Kevin went back to work, and I'll check the girls temperatures when they wake up, but I think they can go back today. 

There's only one problem.  Brett came up the stairs coughing and groaning shortly after 6.  The verdict?  A temp of 101.1.  Crap, it's his turn.  Poor kid.  I gave him some medicine and sent him back to bed.  Maybe we'll all be back to normal by the weekend.  If I never get that sick again, it'll be too soon.  I don't typically do this.  The last time I was that sick was Thanksgiving '01.  I just usually avoid the crap.  Oh well, back to work, back to life.