Trevor is sick on his birthday every year, and I do mean every year. He's had the flu, stomach viruses (plural), or really bad allergies. Parties have been rescheduled, or he's been sick at them while other kids have all the fun. On Friday he turns 10, which is a milestone for a kid. In celebration, we are sending the girls off with their grandparents, and Wesley is taking him out of town to some adventure place that has whitewater rafting, a zip line, and some other cool stuff. It should be a fun guys' weekend, which Trevor desperately needs after being abused by his sisters.
Well, this morning, Victoria woke up complaining about her throat. I took her temp and it was 101 even after drinking a cup of cold water, so I knew we were in trouble. One quick peek in her throat, and I knew what we were dealing with. She had the unmistakable strep throat bumps on her tonsils. Sure enough, I was right. And not only that, she has a sinus infection as well, so she's on Amoxicillin for 10 days. She will be good to go back to school on Friday, which is Trev's actual birthday, so he'll still have the day to himself.
So, if Victoria is on medicine and should be better by Friday, why am I so worried about Trev? It turns out that Vic used his toothbrush yesterday.