Internet, I caught it. I don’t understand it. I am so amazing with Lysol. I am the Queen of Containment. I remember years ago when Liam caught a bug when I was 20 weeks pregnant and had just driven the two big boys on an 8 hour trip, then drove 2 more hours round trip to leave their father a car at the airport due to his unexpected flight delay, and then after dropping off the car I came back to the house and laid down to sleep at like 1 am and Liam came into my room and said “moooom” and then hurled all over me, and I *Still* didn’t catch that bug. Doubly immunocompromised by pregnancy and exhaustion, dripping in his germs, but I survived unscathed. This time, the Lysol couldn’t save me, and Liam’s little germ invaders are now my invaders.
It was an unpleasant night. He’s all better, at least. And I’m well enough to feel hungry, although not certain if I should feed this recalcitrant stomach or if it’s still got more unpleasantness to go. At least I can work from home.
Happy Friday. I am writing opposition briefs on my couch, with Pandora’s “Spa” channel on in the background, and there are zero children or partners competing for my attention. Life could be worse.