Here at Casa Tattooed Psycho, the plague has settled in. Started a week ago with Oldest developing a cough that sounded something akin to a barking seal. By Saturday, Psycho Momia was down and out. Oldest drifts in and out of being sick, never leaving the barking cough behind. We’ve kept her out of school for the whole week. Amazingly, she hasn’t fought it at all. But then again, I don’t think she knows that she is on Vaca next week.
Youngest succumbed on Monday – she seems to have been the one whom is handling it the best. Just the occasional cough, and the perpetual running nose.
I lasted until Tuesday night, while at work, of course. Made me a cranky mofo, and I chewed out a noob who really didn’t deserve it. Sorry, Jeremy. I’m a dick when I’m sick. (shut up, you. I am not a dick all the time!) I’ve basically been a waste of oxygen since Wednesday morning.
On happier things – while we always say we aren’t going to “do” the Vday thing, we usually get something small for each other. Being as I was miserably sick for most of the week, I came up empty handed. However, Psycho Momia got me a sweet card, and a joyous piece of chocolate. I can’t wait to sink my teeth into it.
Sadly I must wait to enjoy it…