Captain's log: Day 936 of sickness

Today marks day 936 of the illnesses that have continued to affect our crew, or so I believe. I can't be sure as all the days and nights have begun to run together, with crew members waking regardless of the sun's position. The sicknesses appear to have started when one of the young crew members began to visit a strange and new location where germs gather and find hosts: preschool. Though we have identified the source, our mission requires that he make regular voyages to the locale regardless of the risks. Recovery has been intermittent, and quarantine periods have resulted in crew members turning on each other. Mutiny is imminent.

There is hope as the new season approaches, but will we make it?

Super powers of a mom with sick kids

Lightning-fast hands: to catch the vomit almost in time.
Her own gravitational pull: that makes sick kids glom to her no matter where she is or what she’s doing.
Heightened sense of hearing: to jolt awake at every fart, meow or house sound in case a kid is crying for her.
Search term prowess: to find the most terrifying disease on Google that matches her child’s symptoms.
Tylenol math super brain: to juggle dosage times, amounts and temperatures for each kid who then refuse to take any more medicine or have their temperature taken.
Ability to jump to conclusions: like thinking her soundly sleeping child must not be breathing so she better go wake him up just to check.
Grandparent-like compassion: to suspend any semblance of parental control or discipline and replace it with unlimited screen time, cookies for dinner and a new toy if the kid is pathetic enough.