I haven’t opened my laptop since Friday. Night. My legs started aching and I started sweating. Thought I was going to vomit. But didn't. I had a fever. Hot like a light bulb to the touch, but I was freezing. How does something like that just wash over you? Like out of nowhere?
It’s lingering. Going on five days. No fever today. But I’m tired, weepy, and have a hell of a cough. I feel like I’m writing from the front line of Armageddon, the day the flu takes over the last survivors.
Drama is exhausting.
My finest parenting moments have occurred during this bout.
My thirteen year old came home from her dad’s and said, “Mom, I watched the movie Juno and loved it!”
I said, “Don’t get pregnant.”
Unfortunate that I failed to seize the moment, taking the opportunity to discuss teen pregnancy within the context of something that interests her.
This evening I drove my 12 year old around for an hour searching for this mysterious place wherein her softball instruction was to take place. I had the directions. They weren't accurate. I called. I was so close, but too late.
Now she can’t sleep. It’s possible that our viewing of John Carpenter's Halloween right before bedtime wasn't the best parenting choice.
It’s great to be here and I’m great.
I’m just going to keep saying that until it’s true.
Damn you, flu.photo credit: atomicjeep via photopin cc