I'm finally coming up for air.

We've had a rough 3 weeks, starting with a snotty, coughy, feverish, sick 3 year old, who passed it on to the rest of us, sleepless nights with all of us coughing, strep throat cultures (negative), husband travelling, staying home from preschool.

Discovering the dog has been eating her own poo, which means she's either malnourished or bored (once the snow melted, I expected to find a disaster area, but our backyard is picked CLEAN, they must be like little frozen popsicle treats to her). Most likely bored.

Mount Laundry piled up to insurmountable heights.

Then the baby got sick with RSV, one scary night that almost resulted in a midnight trip to the ER, two infected ears, pink antibiotics that end up all over him and me every time I try to administer them, and most importantly, some serious cabin fever and isolation.

Oh yes, and the baby started crawling, and his 3 goals in life are (1) to splash in the dog's water bowl, (2) to get hold of the TV remote, and (3) to immerse his arms in the toilet. So he can't be left alone for even one second.

Oh, and also, my second round of post-partum thyroiditis, or rollercoaster thyroid, has been upgraded to Hashimoto's disease, in which my immune system is attacking my thyroid. Great.

Oh, and then trying to work means on the weekends I dump the kids on my husband and head up to my office to do as much as possible. It just doesn't seem fair to our marriage, but sometimes it's divide and conquer. My husband is understanding, but too many weekends seem to slip by this way.

So I've been feeling pretty sorry for myself.

And I know it's cliche to say that misery loves company, but while checking up on blogger friends, I see they've had similar weeks. Maybe worse (sorry, Eat Play Love, I feel for you.) And they struggle with trying to work and be a mom and a good wife, too.

It's that sick time of year. How have you been faring?