The first week T is out of town for training? I am struck with the Ebola virus's slightly less evil cousin. Fever. Nausea. Body aches. Fatigue. The four horses of the viral apocalypse. And here I sit in Wester far away from friends on whom to pawn off my kids. (My cousins are awesome, but lead VERY full lives. Unless I actually had the Ebola virus, I wouldn't want to bother them.) And just to make sure everyone was extra miserable? Q had it, too. But not Z, so that she could feel the maximum amount of I-am-missing-out-on-everything-because-of-you-ness. And last night while I was battling fever chills like I haven't experienced since I was six? Q was having a rousing round of night terrors. Good times.
Ironically, we both felt miraculously better by this morning.