The Continuing Saga of ...

... the Sick Family!

I have it all figured out now, for which I'm sure you're grateful, my big brain figuring everything out. :) See, when you live someplace long enough your body builds immunities to the nasty little viruses that float from person to person. Once you move halfway across the country you leave behind the comfortable, familiar viruses and encounter new, violently ugly viruses. Which is what has happened to our family, particularly to the grown-ups (what grown-ups? I didn't see any grown-ups!). That would be me and Chris.

If you're wondering where I've been the last week, I certainly haven't been on vacation. I've been using up rolls and rolls of tissue. And not the soft, absorbent type which is lotioned and conditioned and easy on the nose. Noooo. I had to buy the harsh, abrasive, only for martyr-mommies tissue. Leaving-the-nose-red-and-bleeding tissue. And my house, far from having a vacation atmosphere, smells like Grandma's house (I don't mean you, mom. I mean an OLD grandma). Chris picked up a bottle of liquid Vick's for the humidifier. As wonderful as it feels to inhale it when you're sick, the leftover odor is that of a nursing home. So I'm opening windows.

The up side of being sick is that when I take my kids to Tae Kwon Do at the Y I don't feel obligated to go upstairs and work out. Shoot, I don't even feel obligated to go in. Lessee -- another up side to being sick is staring at the dishes in the sink, sticking out my tongue and going to bed. Then there are the naps and not having to dress until dinner. But I'm probably at the saturation point here as far as what you really want to know, right?

Until I write again ...

Flea