When will it end?

I love my children. I adore them really. But seriously, if someone had told me it was possible for my daughter, who in her first two years of life was the epitome of health, to come down with every single virus known to man over a period of 2-3 months, I might have reconsidered this whole parenthood thing. Whats worse is the fact that, not only does she endure these terrible virus with a whining frenzy, but she passes each virus on to her baby brother. He has now been sick as many times in his life, as Maggie has in hers, and she is 2.5 times his age. What have I done to deserve this onslaught? Let me just tell you, a barfing two year old is a force to reckon with. They have no aim, they cry the whole time they are throwing up (but heck so do I), and my particular child, was disturbed at the huge mess she was making, refer back to the crying. Now lets talk about the fever. Apparently a fever of 103 MUST be treated, and not left to nature to take care of. This sounds simple right? You merely measure out the proper dosage of liquid tylenol or motrin, place in child's mouth, they swallow, fever treated right? If only it were that simple. Whoever invented children's tylenol must have hated kids. It tastes TERRIBLE. I know this because I wanted to find out why my daughter had to be pinned to the floor and forced to swallow it. We've tried every flavor in both the brand name and generics to see if that would make a difference. It doesn't. Motrin tastes better by far, and poses no problem for our daughter. But when you have such a high fever they want you to rotate between tylenol and motrin every 3 hours. I thought with this illness I would be smart, buy the chewables and present them as candy. That worked the first time. She took two and asked for more. I thought I had figured it out. Then the next dose came, she was excited. I gave her both chewables, she began to eat one, then gagged and told daddy she couldn't like it and wanted to spit it out. The only other option is suppositories, and I am not going there unless I absolutely HAVE to. So, needless to say, with all the illness that has invaded my house, I am exhausted, overwhelmed, and so OVER it. I've given germs a deadline. One more week in my house and they have to be out. They have to be out or I will be! Oh, did I mention that during all of this drama, I still have to nurse a 3 month old every three hours. A 3 month old who is hacking, wheezing, and breathing funny. . . I want out!