Well okay, we don’t have two houses but it’s still one of my favorite parts of Romeo & Juliet, and although it’s not an actual plague, melodrama is fun when everyone feels like crap.

Hayley is starting to get a little better but she’s still exhausted and sick and run down. Last night it really hit Breanna too. She woke up a ridiculous amount of times between 7:30 and 9:30, then she woke up screaming and was totally inconsolable. I couldn’t feed her or comfort her by rocking her and there was no way she was interested in lying back down again. I brought her out to the living room for awhile, and then took her back to put her to bed just as Hayley woke up.

Apparently Hayley didn’t go back to sleep until the early morning. Breanna did fall asleep but woke up – no joke – every five to ten minutes, crying because she couldn’t breathe through her nose. Being upset, the thing she wanted most was milk but of course she couldn’t get much because she needed to keep her mouth open to breathe. I dozed here and there, but had trouble drifting off because she sounded so rattly while she did sleep. I managed to get her to sleep at about 7:30 on top of me while I propped myself up against pillows. We stayed like that for an hour, at which point she wiggled off me in her sleep and we slept for another hour until George left.

She was fine when we first got up, as was Hayley, but it all rapidly deteriorated by the time breakfast was over. They both managed to hang in there while I had a purposely hot shower so that the steam would help us all, but then Breanna spiked a fever and was utterly miserable for most of the afternoon. Sometimes she tolerates the nasal bulb aspirator but other times she creams and pushes it away and I find myself cursing – yet again – the fact that mothers only have two hands when we clearly need at least four. In the meantime I’ve spent much of the day cleaning snot off myself that didn’t even come from me; one of the many things they don’t tell you before you have kids.

On top of it all, George can barely breathe and I am having trouble even getting water down because my throat hurts so much. My nose isn’t blocked but it won’t stop running, and more often than not it runs the wrong way which isn’t helping my throat at all. I think I’m going to get myself a hot cup of decaf tea because heat is the only thing that I think will help.

Well that and the fact that Breanna is now sitting on my lap, wild bedhead sticking up in all directions, laughing at my screen. That helps a lot too.

I’m so thrilled that my first Holidailies entry is all about how sick we all are.