I Think We've Got 'It'

Well…I think we’ve got ‘it’. I have been obsessing about ‘it’ a lot lately. Perhaps ‘it’ was circling the area looking for someone to infect, when ‘it’ saw little old me. I was telling my friend about ‘it’ (again) and she got that glazed-over look in her eye and gave the dismissive “mmm” as she turned back to read her magazine. I think ‘it’ might have felt sorry for me and wanted to put me out of my misery. But instead of focusing on me, ‘it’ chose to infect my first born. Cruel…I know. 'It' chose me next, then Ryan, and then Sarah. I don’t know if 'it' is H1N1 or some other rogue virus, but I’d just like to get ‘it’ over with.

At least we’re all sick at the same time. I don’t have to pack any lunches this week and I don’t have to rush anyone out the door with threats. We can even sleep a little bit later in the morning. (Which is helpful because Ryan had 3 nosebleeds last night and I spent the remainder of the night with Sarah sprawled across my chest.)

While we were sitting around the house, doing nothing but being sick, I learned a few things today. The first being that daytime TV really is as terrible as everyone says. We watched about ten minutes of the Wiggles on Treehouse - a show I haven’t seen in a few years. I didn’t realize that the yellow Wiggle is a totally different guy now. It used to be a goofy guy named Greg, and now it’s a broadway-ish guy named Sam. Hmm…just goes to show that if a Wiggle can get the boot, there really is no such thing as job security.

Here’s the second thing I learned today- I have poor judgement when I’m sick. I’m ashamed to say that I let a six year old watch “A Christmas Story”. I started to regret this choice after Ryan watched that poor kid stick his tongue to the frozen flag pole. (I made Ryan promise he would never do the same – or convince anyone else to do it, either.) I felt more regret after Ralphie dropped the phony f-bomb. Ryan looked at me with wide-eyes and asked, “Was that the f-word?” Thankfully, Ryan doesn’t really know what the f-word is. And …I felt total regret when Ryan laughed uncontrollably at Ralphie beating up Scut Farkus. Maybe Ryan is watching too much hockey.

Even if we do have ‘it’, we seem to be getting a little better each day. By Monday, Ryan and Becca will be able to go back to school and we might be getting a decent amount of sleep at night. Even though Ryan couldn’t have the vaccine, and the rest of us couldn’t get the vaccine in time, I think we’re going to be just fine.