Joy of all joys, this week is over! And by week, I mean a week ago Thursday, when Ellie came down with the flu combined with a fever. Generally, she bounces back within a day or so but this flu lingered and lingered and overstayed my patience. As all loving mothers do, when Ellie took ill I was compassionate, doting and nursing her with cuddles, stories, movies in bed and lots of comfort food. The compassion likely lasted 12 hours until I realized the symptoms of this flu included: whining, demanding, intolerance of being alone and constant screaming. The moment I left Ellie’s bedside, meaning Mommy’s bed, I heard high-pitched screaming until I returned. I repeated, ‘Elizabeth, I understand you’re sick and feel very bad but PLEASE stop screaming at me,’ until I was screaming too. Well, that was like talking to a 3 year old wall. Unfortunately, Emma also caught the flu and developed the same symptoms but thankfully, it bypassed the parents. So, now I wonder, is it better to be struck down with the flu or to be the mother of the sick?