I couldn't stand Daddy-O a minute longer. He is just beginning to get sick, you see. So, not only is everything I have done to rid myself and children of this plague wrong, but it borders on medieval in it's ineffectiveness. "What? You're only using Tylenol Sinus, Dayquil, and chest patches? Have you dosed the children? What no antibiotics?" Forget that they don't have ear or sinus infections so there is no reason for anti-biotics... You'd think I was applying leaches.
My MIL insists on giving me the life history of every soap opera character on TV. Really. I HAD to go back to work out of self-defense.
D has turned into some sort of toddleresque version of Dr. Jekyl/Mr. Hyde. He's apparently learning his negatives - you know, "don't", "I do not", etc. So he has whiningly demanded his drum, only to scream invectives and "DON'T!" when presented with it. Replace 'drum' with 'cookie', 'milk', 'water', 'juice', 'milkjuicewater', 'buttons', various CDs, etc and you get the picture of the day in Ourhouse.
B is not sick enough by half and is b-o-r-e-d. He was sent to school today to spread the plague willy-nilly amongst the villagers.
Nobody wants to eat yet I still have to cook. That's just BS of the finest sort.
The MIL is here to help... yet see all of the above.
So. I am back to work where I at least stand a chance of being left alone to get some rest.