I sent my boy to school on Monday and he came home with what I thought to be another round of bronchitis or walking pneumonia. We seem to get that a lot around here. Tuesday we went to the clinic and we came home with Zithromax, yet again. Tuesday night Anna and I got our fevers and thought let's go get some antibiotics for us so Isaiah doesn't have to feel like the odd man out. No such luck for us, however, we have - da da da dummmm - influenza. Excellent. The doctor suspected that Isaiah also has influenza and that he did not, in fact, have bronchitis.
Tuesday afternoon Matthew came home also with a fever, aches, runny nose and a cough. We have had a wonderful week and I'm happy to say yesterday was the worst. I'm pretty sure it's all down hill form here. In a good way, I think?
What really bugs me though is that I was invited to two parties on Sunday and now.... I can't go. I was SOOOOO looking forward to the get togethers. I can't even remember the last time I went anywhere fun, by myself. I get invited to two different fun things and what happens? The flu. Why? Where's the justice in this situation? Honestly I think the last time I went anywhere alone was my sister-in-law's candle party last summer. I'm talking months.
I'm hoping the rest of you are all healthy and have fun for me. I will be sitting in my bathrobe eating my mom's chicken soup and blowing my nose.