No costumes required or anything. We just carry the sickness with us wherever we go. It’s kind of like magic, except no one is smiling and the only look of amazement is when someone is about to throw up.
Here’s the weirdness: D and A both have the coughing/lung/sinus sickness. Me and S have the tummy/barftastic/sore-throat sickness. Hubby? He isn’t sick at all.
We’re all wondering which of the two sicknesses in the family will be the one he ends up with. You would think the one I have because we, you know, breathe shared air and sleep together and snog and stuff. But he’s also D’s favorite and she’s on him 24/7 rubbing her face on his shoulder and doing the forehead-touch-hug thing and – again – sharing air.
So I’m thinking of putting together a betting pool. I truly hope he doesn’t get sick at all, but if he has to get something, the cough is the way to go. It lasts two weeks instead of three solid days, but also doesn’t include a fever and throwing up, which is a super bonus.
This morning I got my oldest off to school and she was only 15 minutes late. A huge accomplishment considering that I feel kind of like I want to curl up in a ball and die. Or just sleep for a couple of days. Whatever.
On my way back to the car, where my other two were locked in the car and into their booster and carseat while I ran my oldest 20 feet away into the office so she could go to class, I ran into the vice principal. I totally thought I was about to get the “your kids are going to DIE leaving them in the car for 60 seconds like that!” lecture, but it was not. (I should have known. The VP of my kids’ school is really an amazing human being – I adore her.) It was just a warning that they’re doing some crisis testing today so when I pick A up this afternoon there will probably be a whole bunch of cops and fire trucks.
Guess SOMEONE is going to be taking all the kids out of the car to pick up A this afternoon, huh? Yeah. Let’s not let every cop in town see some kids locked in a car. That could go horribly wrong.
Cause, you know, they could DIE in that car. Even when it’s only 40 degrees outside, I hear the inside of a locked car can reach temperatures equal to or greater than the sun.