The sound of evil cackling followed by muhahaha comes from my son’s bedroom. Then I hear the voice of my son. “My evil plan has worked.” My son who was off from school for three days is now on the road to recovery while my husband woke up this morning with a frog in his throat.
My dear husband describes the sore throat feeling as having one shove a toilet brush down your throat. Eww!
As or me, my head now feels like a football that has been kicked around a few times and my body aches all over. My son laughs as he says, “I knew if Dad got sick, he would then kiss you and you would eventually get sister sick.” It was all the evil plans of year boy who was hoping to wipe out his entire family with the evil flu bug.
More on this story to follow as I become sicker.
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5 responses so far ↓
Di
// Feb 9, 2007 at 12:25 am
You could try my response, “Hey, if you aren’t hooked up to an IV, you are going to school/work!” Works extra good if you have a friend in the hospital who is hooked up to an IV!
Peg
// Feb 9, 2007 at 10:56 am
Hope y’all are feeling better soon…as for the evil 13 year old child…he’ll be cured of his evil ways in about ten years
Teena in Toronto
// Feb 9, 2007 at 4:56 pm
I’m sorry I passed my germs onto you
Rose DesRochers
// Feb 9, 2007 at 5:01 pm
Geez Teena that is what I get for hanging out at your blog. ROFL
Peg, ten years hu. Wow that long.
Di, na I could not send the poor guy to school when he was that sick. Now I’ll just make him wait on us hand and foot.
Di
// Feb 10, 2007 at 7:53 am
It’s just not fair!!! The Mom never gets to be sick all by herself…which she envisions as lying abed wearing a lovely peignoir set, looking a little peaked, reading Madame Bovary in the original French and being served Matzo Ball Soup by her loving, servile family. But instead, she’s the one too small to push her husband away from the toilet and instead vomiting into the sink, wearing sweatpants that have earned their name as the fever has spiked and broken three times, moaning (which sends daggers through her throat) for just a drop of water…anyone.
My heart is breaking for you! I truly believe that anytime I have been sick in the last 13 years, one of my kids has been sick with me (which always trumps MY sickness) and/or my husband has been out of town, returning just as we recover, looking around saying, “The house is a mess! What’s the big deal? You guys look fine!”
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