(Sorry, I was just hacking my guts up over here.)
I cannot believe this. Not only was my son home sick Monday AND Tuesday. Not only was my daughter home sick today and again tomorrow, if not Friday as well. No, that's not all. The universe has decided that four straight days of kids home sick was not enough and decreed that I too should catch their plague - for the second time in three weeks!
I'm back to coughing, sneezing, coughing some more, sneezing, coughing again, and wheezing, and just for added fun I seem to be losing my voice. AGAIN. So unfair. Seriously, I really must protest, this is not fair. Not fair at all, and not the slightest bit fun, and is not doing good things for my work productivity either. (I work from home, so obviously I'm not getting very much done this week.)
I think the fates might be getting their revenge for me having spoken too gleefully about all those mid-January trips to the beach.
If so, it might just have been worth it, but just in case I'll whisper that very softly...
And before I collapse into bed a question for you, dear readers. When your spouse/person you share a bed with is sick, do you still sleep together or does one of you relocate? When one of us is sick the other one sleeps on the couch, both to get away from the incessant wracking cough of the plagued party (that would generally be me, the wracking cough one that is, not the couch-surfing one) and to avoid getting sick theirself. After all, someone has to stay healthy enough to take care of the rest, right? This seemed like common sense to me but from my mother's terribly shocked reaction when I happened to mention it I'm wondering if perhaps the rest of you are a bit more cavalier about the whole germ-sharing thing?