Two Exits, No Waiting

This is for you folk who relish the fact that you don't have two under two (or any for that matter). In the last few weeks we have been walloped by sniffles and coughs and nose runs that hamper sleep (including mine). Yesterday we were visited by the 24-hour stomach bug. Would that I was an investor in a liquid hand sanitizing company. Charlotte is miserable, until this morning unable to keep down her liquids. Harry, has a cough that gets betterworsebetterworsebetterworse. What gives? We dress them warmly. We bathe away the dirt and germs. We change their diapers. We smother them in love and still the viruses infiltrate our collective. Everyone has the grunge during winter. There's no realistic escape. I only wonder what our lot would be without flu shots. I'm tired of calling the pediatrician. I'm tired of talking to the nurses who advise saline up the snoot and Tylenol and patience. Funny thing is, they're not the ones up all night worrying, changing toxic diapers, refilling humidifiers and cleaning up nuclear-orange Pedialyte puke. Summer, where are you?