Shhhh! My little munchkin is sleeping on the couch. A big Golden Retriever has positioned herself on Sarah's feet (to keep them warm, I am sure... not because Peachie considers it her couch or anything like that...).
The FLU has come to town! Sarah is the first casualty.
I sure hope she feels better soon. I'm glad she's able to sleep. I just hate it when my kids get sick. I always wish I could be sick FOR them.
This reminds me of a little story about my youngest, Matt. When he was about 5, he caught the flu with the rest of us. But, he'd been watching me care for his sibs and knew just what to do.
So, he comes downstairs looking gray and wan. I worriedly say, "Oh honey! Are you sick?"
"Yes, Mom. But I took care of it."
"What?" (Remember, he is FIVE.)
"I put my blankets down the laundry chute and I rinsed out my bucket."
That's right. He felt miserable, but he wanted to CLEAN UP after himself so I wouldn't have to do it.
I just love how he surprises me with the most amazing things! And yes, I washed his blankies up right away so he'd have them for comfort asap.
I really hope that we manage to keep flu casualties to a minimum this time around.