You know when you first feel sickness creeping up on you? That moment when you know that you should drink a glass of OJ, take some vitamins and crawl into bed until the whole thing passes...except you have a job, and kids and dogs, and kids, did I mention kids. The kind who have essays to write, science projects to work on, practices to get to.
So...you...must...push...on. Of course it happens just as your husband, the one who is supposed to pick up the slack when you aren't feeling well, is still trying to get over the same sickness that he has breathed all over you so not only is he not able to pick up your slack, but still has some slack of his own to be picked up.
So, NyQuil and in bed before 10:00pm, here I come. God help me.
Update: Looks like this sickness has been traveling through the blogosphere. The Mighty NakedJen has fallen also. Grace alerted me to this blog virus of sorts. She is suffering as well. Misery loves company.