Because they would die.

I feel like I am living in the house of doom lately.  It makes me want to burn everything bleach everything in sight to rid of the illness.  We have been quarantined into our house this weekend and it is really getting to me. 

As soon as we returned from KC, Leland got sick.  Then once we returned from Paonia, Jeff got what Leland had. 
Thankfully I was not included in that round of virus sharing.

Then this weekend has been another round of sickness.  It started with Leland on Friday night waking me up to some exploding diarrhea, like all over the bed kind.  Don't worry, he was about to sleep through it until I talked myself into getting up at 2 am to clean up the mess.  It took a few minutes for the pep talk to kick in.  Then Saturday I was out of commission.  I took two long naps, with Leland.  Which I think really helped for a speedy recovery. 

Now Sunday, Jeff has been even worse than me.  And I am wondering if it is because he is a male or because he is really more sick.  It is times like these that I am reminded in why men do not go through childbirth, because they would die.  I was pathetic yesterday but I still helped out with Leland as much as possible, and I still had to nurse him and put him down for naps.  Today, I have been a single parent.  And it is even worse when the other parent is in the same damn room. 

Tonight, Leland has yet another fever, woohoo.

Hopefully Jeff is better tomorrow. 

When it rains, it pours.