The Tacohut has the plague. Again.
Seems like ever since having kids it’s a plague a month over here. Prior to having kids I got sick maybe every other year, if that. With kids, both TacoMa’am and myself have been sick at least three times each this winter. Seriously, can we be done with the season of illness, it’s overstayed its welcome.
It wouldn’t be so bad if Tron could just sit on the couch and be sick, but, unless he spends a full 24 hour period throwing up every 30 minutes, illness doesn’t really slow him down at all. I wish I had that much plague energy.
Oh, actual non-whiny content, right!
Uh…
Wait! What’s that over there!
*Slinks away while the audience is distracted by the baby sloth*
-Confusion is a state of mind, or is it?
If it makes you feel any better I was sick from the day before Thanksgiving until the day after the Inauguration – with everything from pneumonia to flu – and then was well ONE week and got another cold. I’ve now been well about 3 weeks, and the ‘magic’ number for me is 4 weeks. Usually, when I get stuck in a plague-run if I can escape for 4 weeks I’m good…until the next plague-run.
And, I don’t even have kids.