There are certain inevitables when raising so many children. For instance, someone is always hungry. When food is prepared, someone is unhappy about it. When the day is sunny, there is always someone who wants to play inside. And when the flu comes around, no matter what you do, someone is bound to come down with it.
That is what happened this last weekend. All my projects were put on hold, including my weekly post. All I was able to accomplish was to rock one baby asleep, only to pick up the next. Wife and I switched off between #9 and #8, with occasional turns with #7. #6 came down with it yesterday. This flu seems to be crawling its way through the ranks in order of age.
As surprising as it is, Wife finally met a virus as orderly as she.