I love my job, except for the part where I deal with sick children every day.
When most people get sick, they feel it coming on, it gets worse, it peaks, it gets better, it goes away.
When I get sick, I feel it coming on, it gets worse, it peaks, it starts to get better, it tricks me into thinking I'm almost better, and then it starts to come back. Over and over and over.
This is how it works with me. I'm sure it's from working with children. Runny noses, uncovered coughs, stray sneeze molecules floating through the halls. I can't catch a break. Last year I even considered quitting my job just so I could get healthy again.
This season's progression: cold, flu, strep. It's time to tap into our stash of Amoxicillian.
Trisha, will the girls ever get their play date??? I'll keep you posted, but for now I'd say Tuesday will be more likely than Monday. And if there is any smidgen of crapiness left in me, we'll try again the next week!