My kids are sick.

I'm sick.

My husband is not sick.

I don't quite think the universe if fair at this moment.

 All the kiddies want is "mommy, mommy, mommy!".

All I want is sleep, sleep sleep.

You see my middle one gets nasty, crazy respiratory distress with even the smallest cold.

As in, hospitalized several times in her dainty 4 years of age.

Luckily we have/had a specialist who keeps me armed with prednisone and breathing treatments.

You see, after numerous hospitalizations for both Ayla and Hayden I finally have the drill down.

But you can't tell a new doctor who knows nothing about you that, so instead of calling Haydens pediatrician here and asking for the meds- which would lead to an office visit- which would bring on a pulse/ oxygen test- that would end with us in the hospital.

I did what any one would do.

 Called my Vegas doc, got the prescription called in to our Vegas pharmacy, and then had the pharmacy here to fill it.

So, while it was a long, long night, my little miss middle is running around playing firefighter with her sisters right now.

And I am loopy on Zertec.

I think I might try to play a game of hide and seek.

I'll hide in my bed- with the door shut- and seek some sleep.