Q. What is worse than a sick child?
A. Two sick children.
Q. What is worse that two sick children?
A. A sick mom.
Q. What is worse than that?
A. Two sick children with a sick mom who can barely move.
Do you ever have those moments where you know that you aren’t just kinda sick, but REALLY sick. Mine is when I start to brush my hair and my hair hurts. Also, when I have the chills so badly that I can’t warm up, but the weight of a sweatshirt on my skin makes my body ache something fierce. Yep… classic signs of the flu…. and the flu caught me this year.
Nena started to get it last Friday afternoon and it hit her very suddenly and very hard. For me, I thought I was getting a cold on Saturday and starting chugging the airbourn. I was able to make it through Sunday morning, where I taught my Relief Society lesson (sidenote, I LOVE my calling.) I tippie toed my way through Sunday afternoon, when my brothers had their mission farewells. I came home at 7:00 and that is when the 2×4 hit my brain and I was out for the count. Then on Monday, Bear started running his fever! Yeah!
I am lucky that sickness always hits two of my children, but not the third. It is some strange and random cosmic mercy that the universe has taken upon me. For it truly knows that if the third child gets smitten, I…. well… I am actually feeling to crumby to come up with a pithy comment there.
Here is my test of strength though. Last year, I got the flu and had to have someone come stay at the house because I couldn’t handle it on my own. This year, I must be getting stronger, because I am managing to eek by… barely… but I am doing it! I will send out props to my dad though who came over on Monday and brought my kiddos dinner and put them to bed for me. THANKS DAD!
Lesson learned: GET THE DARN FLU SHOT!!!!!!!! It is worth the $25!