When will it all end?

The kids are burning with fever and nightmares. It is the battle of the century for our little soldiers, who are fighting their viruses with the strength of their little soldier bodies. Running noses and coughs are the music we've been listening. Close windows separate us from the sub-zero temperatures outside, keeping it all inside. Laura and I are ready for a change. We want to feel the ocean breeze running through the curtains of an open window. We want to feel the warmth of the sand underneath our sandals and wet swimming-suits. I want to go home!