The older child was a hellbeast all weekend. Hyper and whiny and refusing to do her schoolwork.
The little child was sick all weekend. Nose running like a faucet and screaming when we laid him down.
Now of course, I'm sick. Nose running like a faucet, head like a heater, feel like death served cold. If my weekly deadlines hadn't been pushed back a day due to the holiday, I would be home in bed today.
Why didn't I stick to a cat? I never got sick from my cat.