Caught.

I'm down. I've caught the bug, or perhaps the bug has finally caught me.

Having to tend to three fussing children within ten minutes, at 2330h was a little overwhelming.

"It's not me," the little man whispered hoarsely when I leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. Yes, it was his little sister, right on cue.

It's a tricky time. It felt good to be briefly taken care of when the husband took over medicine dispensing duties for the littlies and made sure I got some meds too.

This, too, shall pass.