Miss me?

A plague on your house…
Shakespeare

A plague?  Oh yes, we got ’em.  There was the virus I got, and shared with the kids.  Nice.  Luckily the recipients didn’t get the ear infection and fluid in the lungs, that I also had.  No.  Instead they brought home lice.  Again.  Sorry, just keeping it real.  It’s been fun.  And you know what?  It HAS been fun.  I was home alone while I was very sick, with books and the fire burning.  And the kids were not so sick to be needy, but sick enough to be grateful for the time out of school – and they didn’t fight!  For real.  The only real problem was that it has been the most busy time EVER for me to be ill or casting chemical warfare on the travellers on the kids’ scalps.  Which, if I ever listen to my mother, is exactly the reason it happens: the Universe telling me to slow down…and all that.  You know what?  I didn’t realise that I was a ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead ‘ kind of person.  I thought I was too lazy.  I was wrong.  Having learnt that very valuable lesson about myself, Universe, could you do me a favour and stop with the Plagues now? It’s making my head itch and my Bettie Page fringe looks even more weird when it’s not straight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Miss me?

  1. I know, I know! But we’re all good now except my husband is threatening to come down with a man-cold, which, while it is NOT a plague it is a pain in the butt! 🙂

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