This is officially Not Funny Anymore. The little punks have given me this flu garbage. I've had it. I surrender. They can have McDonalds every night, and watch all the TV they want.They win. Honey, please come home.
Things started out promising – everybody was finally healthy, so I had my first day in the office all week. Plus the internet was down (yes!), so we pretty much drank beer all day.
Then the dreaded call from the daycare comes in. Coop has a temp of 103. I pick his hot little self up, and bring him home, undeterred from my goal of making a nice dinner on my last night alone. Grilled pork tenderloin in an Asian marinade, couscous, broccoli with cheese sauce and fresh strawberries. They ate the strawberries. Which was the right thing to do because the rest of it was abominable.
And then this morning, I matched Coop degree for degree. A pair of 102s.
I feel like coyote ate me and pooped me off a cliff.
A quick quiz: did Daddy Clay take off his bathrobe to go to the airport?
Fat chance.


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McDonalds up the kids and get some sleep so you don't infect your wife when she gets home. It's the best gift you can possibly give her.
Well, Clay, it is just CRAPPY getting sick and having to take care of sick kids at the same time, or even having to take care of healthy kids when you're sick. Being the grownup isn't always cracked up to what it's supposed to be! (not that I ever really thought it was anything terribly special or something to aspire to).
Since you wrote this on February 3rd, and it's now February 27th, I imagine this has come and gone, and maybe you were lucky enough to lose a couple of pounds for all your trouble...but even if you did, you probably gained them all back again as I always do, because I eat like a pig once I feel better to make up for all that lost time, so, so much for the Flu Diet Plan!
Enjoyed this very much. Sorry about my laughing at your expense, but you got me right smack dab on my major funny bone this time...
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