Three days into summer camp, Seth was sick. Riley followed. I shook my fist! Four weeks is all I get, and they’re home? Poor me!
We ended up missing a lice outbreak.
A few weeks ago, two Wednesdays in a row I couldn’t make “porch night” because Todd had to work evening shift. Porch night is when a few of us ladies gather on our friend Melinda’s awesome front porch after the kids are in bed. We have drinks. We chat. It’s fun.
Two weeks in a row! A consipiracy, I wailed!
Turns out, the mosquitoes were out. Two of the women got West Nile. Low grade fevers, achey bodies, mottled rashes.
This weekend Riley, Seth and I have nasty colds. Sore ears, eyes, noses, throats. We’re coughing, sneezing, the whole nine yards.
God only knows what we’ve been spared, stuck inside hacking up our lungs.
I’m just going to trust we’re where we need to be, and say thanks in advance.