Sick Week

Phil was lucky enough to be at a conference the week that we hosted the Henry's first South Jersey infirmary. Every single Henry child except for Lydia took a turn on the family room couches. Fevers, runny noses, coughs, chills, head aches, etc. The kitchen counter turned into the nurse's station and was well stocked with Sudafed, Tylenol, Advil, hand sanitizer, and the thermometer. I couldn't measure it out fast enough to keep fevers under control and coughs quiet. Why don't the medicine companies make the liquid medicine come in gallon pump bottles? How many times did I have to run to the store for more ammunition against whatever it was we had?