I've got a bad attitude. I feel like our household has been selected to be a candidate for a non-paying scientific experiment: "How many germs can one family collect." We are ALWAYS sick. Every holiday. Every sunny day. Every rainy day. ALWAYS!! I know that this just comes from having small kids, but I feel like we have it more than anyone else I know! Well, Chad's sister and her family could rival us, but we'd come in a close second, I'm sure of it! I watch mothers with big families of kids and wonder how they are ever well, considering that we're sick as much as we are with just TWO kids!
We just got finished hunkering down for a long 8-month basketball season...Caroline seemed to be getting over her week long fever-virus...we loaded up the car to take a much-needed family trip to sunny Charleston when (only an hour into the trip)...BARF! Caroline from the back seat. Oh, the disappointment to have to turn around and drive back home. And even more disappointing: the fact that Chad had to get right back in the car and make the drive by himself! (it was a vacation, but it was planned because Chad had to recruit.) So we got over that disappointment, made some fun day-get-away plans for the week and had a whole day planned for Chad's birthday (today) when...BARF! Chad's sick. On his birthday (of course!) So, I'm sitting here wondering the who, what, when, and where of the next sickness striking. Who'da guessed that the CDC would've relocated from Atlanta to Rome?!
Sorry for the vent. I promise pictures and sunshiny happiness in my next post!