I am so sick of being sick. We've had colds, sore throats, sinus infections, headaches, and diarreah this vacation and I'm ready for it to be over.
Seriously, with all the gurgling going on in my tummy and the dance moves Whoopsie's pulling in my uterus, I feel like I'm at some throw-back John Travolta disco party.
What is it with holidays and getting ill? Or wait, really, what is it with holidays and the PARENTS getting ill and the kids staying on top form just to drive us nuts as we wallow on the sofa?
I know what's going to happen. I'll finally feel better next year, just in time to send them back to school and WHAMO. They'll all come down with the plague or hives. Just as I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, the darkness of the doctor's office and a bottle of cough medicine will block my view.
The joys of parenthood, raising germ catching aliens disguised as children. If only they shared their toys as well as they shared viruses.
Quick! Young child! Go fetch your mother the Kleenex!
3 comments:
Aw, I hope you're on the mend soon! Maybe they can play hospital, and take care of the sick patient - you!
You do realize it is just age catching up with you right? This never happened when you were a young buck with just one or two children.
The perpetual train whistle!! The story of my life. Enjoy the journey!!
xoxoxoxo
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