Right now my house is a harmonious blend of sneezing, snorting, and snotting. (Oh, my.)
Sophie woke up yesterday with what I thought was "just allergies".
Then today Russell came home from work early with the same rhino-related symptoms.
And right now as I type this, I too am romancing the Kleenexes hard and heavy. It just hit me, bam!, and already I feel like my sinuses are full of tapioca pudding.
In less than 24 hours, this dude has taken down all three of us. That, my friends, is efficiency at its finest.
I don't think we've ever all been sick at the same time before. Huh. So what's the protocol in a situation such as this? Do we assume the "every man for himself" stance? Or should we conduct a survey first-thing in the morning and allow the sickest ones to mope around and request things from the more able-bodied ones?
Hmm. Knowing men and how they typically respond to illness, I'm guessing I'd better slam a shot of NyQuil tonight and assume I'm the Well One. ...Or perhaps I'll nominate Sophie for that position. She's tougher than both of us, by a long shot. Maybe we should let her be in charge.