Ill

This house has been sick for the better part of the last 3 months. It moves through the house, going from person to person, traveling through stomachs, then ears, heads and chests. We recover, finish a round of antibiotics, air out the house, enjoy a couple flu/cold/ear infection free days and then it returns. We don't welcome it, or invite it, it just comes and frankly it's starting to piss me off. Sorry mom. But it is. This past week it hit me with a vengeance. I have been down and out for a solid week. Except not down so much as out because I am the mom and there are still preschool drop offs, baths, mouths to feed, princesses to play and balls to kick. Except when the princesses weren't playing and the balls weren't being kicked because the princesses ear was verging on rupturing or she was trying to avoid the puke spoiling her dress. And sometimes the balls lied still because the boy was lying listless with 104 degree temp or he was batting away a Kleenex closing in on his nose for the 18th time. I haven't run for a week and am convinced I have another week before running won't seem an enormous effort. This all gives me panic seeing as how I have 20 miles, about 16 of which is uphill, to run as part of a relay team in just 6 short weeks.  Wade has been a champ and picked up a lot of slack and said nary a word when nothing got done all day for several days in a row, sometimes feeling under the weather himself. I am over it. Come on spring, show that pretty head of yours, the Hunts are drowning in the flu and need a sign of healthy times ahead!!

Maybe some germs got spewed out during that vent! I hope so!