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I think daycare is trying to kill my family

We are in the midst of yet another illness. It's the 8,129 one since the twins started daycare in September. We really like the place, but they only get to go like half the time because the other half of the time they are at home sick.

This month we had the stomach flu, colds, quadruple ear infections, and currently some sort of fever virus.

When I called daycare to let them know that the twins would not be coming (again), the director mentioned to me - "the first year in group care sure is a killer!" Gee, ya think? Oh goody, only another 6 months of illness to look forward too. Next time, I'd like an illness that causes me to be quarrantined for a few days. Preferably in a hotel room, with 24-hour room service.

Yesterday was another sick day spent at home. Luckily, Connor was finally well enough to start preschool. I don't have a picture of him ready for school since, due to the never-ending family room improvement project, our computer is not hooked up and I can't upload pics.

However, while Connor was at school and running errands with MIL, the destructive duo and I got to hang out all day. Their favorite game? Putting on their hats, grabbing numerous purses/bags, and heading to "work". I wave at them, tell them to have a good day at work, they blow me a kiss, wave back, and head to the front door. I love it.

Here are two pictures from our day. Excuse the quality - I took them on my phone, sent them to facebook, downloaded them to my work computer and uploaded them here. There might be an easier way, but I'm too exhausted/depressed from all the sickness to try.






Comments

Quadmama said…
It seemed as though the first two months of preschool we were all sick. It was terrible. This year we've had some illness, but not nearly to the degree as last year. I keep trying to stay positive... at least they're building their immune systems.. right? (Yeah, easy to say when you're not taking care of sick kids!)
hope things start to look up at your house and that the illnesses subside - my son never had strep until he started pre-school at age 4 and then he had it about every other week
you should check out THE MOTHER LOAD she's on my side bar at my blog and is also the mommy of twins

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freckletree said…
we aren't in school but we are sick. your twins are older than mine, but it sucks and i can sympathize.

hoping days of clear sinuses and soothed throats (and school attendance, right?) are in your near future!
It will get better! I think one or the other of our twins had something all the time as preschoolers, and that usually meant one of us did, too! Now, though, they have perfect attendance in school almost every year! I also spent 10 years working in a preschool, it does take a while for the kids' immune systems to adjust. As miserable as that time is, I think it pays off later! Believe it or not, a sick teenager is even worse that a sick toddler!
Unknown said…
Thanks for the kind words everyone. It always helps to hear that others know what I am going through! :)

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