Ah, the holidays. Twinkling lights, festive foods, songs of cheer...
...and wads of germs.
We left the Taj on December 28th, loaded down with thoughtful gifts and at least a billion microscopic disease-bearing stowaways. Shawn and Tank had runny noses over Christmas, but nothing serious and I had managed to avoid the whole mess, so we were feeling pretty lucky. Luck ran out, though, and I got sick by the 29th. Figuring we were in for a pretty crappy New Year's Eve anyway, we loaded the car and drove BACK to the Taj, arriving late Friday evening.
In the wee hours Friday night, Tank awoke us with pitiful cries and when I picked him up, he was BLAZING with fever. Welcome, Croup! Won't you come in and render our lives a living hell for a few days?! Oh, and throw in a cold+sinus infection+ear infection for me, while you're at it.
Next year, let's just mail the gifts and stay home with hand sanitizer and bleach. Please.
Well, anyway, Tank appears to be on the mend and I am hopeful that tomorrow I will finally feel human again.
But here let me make a heartfelt plea to all of you who feel compelled to show up at work with the flu, or sneeze all over the Kroger shopping cart handle, or drag feverish kids all over creation because BYGAWDYOUDON'TWANTTOMISSYOURGOODTIME....
Keep your sick ayce at the house.
We'll get together for the 4th of July, or some other non-cold-and-flu-season holiday.
She of the Sherbet Colored Snot