I can sleep when I'm dead

For the past 4 days I have been tending to my sick little family.  Bobby caught the flu or something, causing a fever and congestion, and then Gia caught it from him.  She has been so pitiful, just wanting to cuddle with us until the advil kicked in (this is rare... she usually wants to stand up or move around after about 20 seconds).  She has not slept well in 4 nights, which of course means that I haven't either, because her nose is all stuffed up and her fever kept spiking.  I really hope that she will not develop a fever today, as it is boarder-line right now.  This is why I am so anal about not bringing her around sick people and only wanting her to chew on her own toys in the nursery.  People probably think I'm ridiculously over-protective, but it's for this reason.

So, my house is a mess.  If you come over, just expect it.  I have been sitting with my sick baby for all 4 days because she does not want to be left alone, so I've managed to do a few dishes and one load of laundry.  Other than that, forget it, nothing has gotten done.  Usually I get stuff done during her nap, but she hasn't been taking good naps, and I have also been trying to catch up on sleep when she does.  

Our house looks like a pharmacy, with saline drops, advil, tylenol, water spiked with grape juice, tissues.  Poor Gia is so tired of having her boogers wiped and her temperature taken!  

Gia even looks sick, and you can see in her eyes when she has a fever.  They are all red and un-focused, and it just makes me want to kiss her all over and hug the stuffing out of her.  

I'm emotionally and physically exhausted.  It has been a hard few days, but I am soaking in the moments I get to cuddle with my daughter and make her feel better.  I do miss sleep, that old friend I depended on who abandoned me, but I know I will look back and miss these days when I got to spend 24/7 with my baby.  As my dad's coffee-magnet says, Sleep when you're dead.