To be sung in the tune of 12 days of Christmas:

On the 7th of December my oldest gave to us,
A wicked stomach virus.

On the 8th of December my sons vomited too,
Also my husband and then my infant,
And my oldest daughter was in recovery. 

On the 9th of December, everyone was home.
Kids were recovering.
Husband was still vomiting.
And I felt completely fine.

On the 10th of December, the big two went back to school.
The toddler was much happier.
The infant seemed back to normal.
I still felt fine.
And husband was still vomiting!

On the 11th of December, my 3rd got a tonsillectomy.
Big kids were at school.
Husband was feeling better.
Baby was happy as ever.
We spent the morning in the hospital.
And I felt nauseous, and exhausted, and burnt out, and insane!! 

On the evening of the 11th, I thought it was all done.
But in the infant’s armpit was a yeast infection.
She smelled like a dirty foot all day.
Number 2 looked washed out, 
Number 1 was coughing like a smoker.
The tonsil patient was drugged up,
Husband was completely back to himself.

On the 12th of December, things began looking up.
Number 1 went to school.
Number 2 stayed home to sleep.
Number 3 was slowly eating.
The infant’s yeast was decreasing.
Husband was back to work.
The house was a mess.
But I was somehow still okay.