Three out of four adults out for the count with temps around 101, urpy stomachs, achy muscles, and minus zero energy.
The weird thing about this is that it’s 70 degrees outside, a lovely Fall day. Gentle breeze, soft sunlight, gold and red and orange leaves dancing in the air.
How do you get the flu in weather like that?
Colds and flu and fevers and all that go along with being sick has no place in the annals of Fall. Illness is supposed to hit us in the depths of winter when there’s five feet of snow, or when it’s raining buckets. It’s supposed to hit when you don’t feel like going to work or when you didn’t finish your term paper or when you’re supposed to go visit your aunt who talks too much.
It’s not supposed to keep you home from work to take care of the two littlest ones who can’t take care of themselves.
Or is it?
I took off work so I could take care of my littlest grandbaby, put him in a stroller and walked around outside and then sat and rocked him on the back porch swing, held him while he slept, then drove to Kindygarten and pick up grandbaby #2 so we could stop at McDs for an ice cream cone after school. Later the three of us sat around and watched the Lego Movie while the rest of the adults owwwwed and oohhhhed and slept on the sofa.
The adults will all be back on their feet tomorrow, a little sluggish, a little achy, but feeling much better than 24 hours earlier. And me?
I’ll be back at work too, great memories of rocking babies in the afternoon breeze, and sneaking ice cream cones after school.
The flu’s not so bad after all.
At least until I get it tomorrow….