So...very...tired...

So this nasty virus is going through the house, and the funny thing is I seem to have suffered the least from it. I was feeling rather tired and headachy in a fluish kind of way on the weekend, and I thought 'Great, on the heels of the cold, now comes the bronchitis', but by Sunday afternoon I was feeling well enough to weed the garden and plant some beans.
But then Liam got sick, in the floppy, listless, child's got a fever sort of way, and developed a nasty cough. Then Erin got a cough, and became unwell, and started throwing up. And then yesterday Andy took ill with it, and last night, Ashwyn too. Ashwyn has been throwing up too, and very unwell all day - very feverish, very sleepy and listless. I have basically spent all day with him sitting in my arms either falling asleep or moaning 'help me mummy' 'oh mummy it hurts'. We tried the hold him down and squirt it down his throat technique to get some panadol into him, but he spat most of it out and then threw up the rest. We tried the put it in his juice technique, but he wasn't drinking juice. In the end we had to go and get some panadol suppositories. Any guilt about invading our poor little son's privacy in such a way was immediately diluted by how much better he got.
And as for me, well I was cleaning up vomit at 2:30am on Monday (and then got up to go to work). I was cleaning vomit out of my hair at 1am this morning. I have not been to work the last two days (Andy has been too sick to perform his duties) which is probably a good thing, because I don't think I could manage basic arithmetic right now...