Good health fairy, where are you

So about the time I finished yesterday's post, Sean started feeling a little queasy. Then more than a little. That escalated into about 12 hours in the bathroom. Poor guy.

In the middle of all that I went to get Samantha from school. I did my third "are you feeling ok" check of the day (everyone else is falling apart, how could the four year old escape it?) and finally got the answer I'd been expecting for a week - "My throats a little sore. And my tummy hurts."

Two hours and one strep test later, it was official - strep 4, Steele family 0.

Sean actually thinks it's strep 5, Steele family 0, since there was a puke stain on the floor that no one will claim and he's now blaming it on the dog.

So today, Montgomery is off to school mostly healthy - please, let him stay mostly healthy enough to make it through the day.

Sean is huddled up in a ball on our bed, every muscle in his body exhausted by his battle with the bowl. Less than 48 hours from now he's supposed to be on a plane to the west coast for 10 days.

And Samantha is quaranteened until her 24 hours on meds passes, so no school and no dance class. But she feels GREAT. Wants to go to the beach, or the park, or her cousins, or the store, or anywhere that isn't in this house of sickness. Can you blame her?

My desk has work I can't even remember coming in, from my week long "I'm not sick; let me sleep" denial phase. All of it due out yesterday, except what was due out the day before.

Can I even tell you how much scrubbing I'm doing to try to find and kill these damn germs that seem to have taken over my house?

Oy. Happy Wednesday!