The kid wasn’t feeling well Wednesday, he had a sore throat, but wanted to go to the Flogging Molly concert. We ended up leaving before it was over because he looked like crap. Go ahead and call me a bad mom for taking him in the first place, but he’s old enough to say he’s feeling bad or not. We picked up the husband from the hospital Thursday morning with the intent of keeping the kid up in his room until he was over his stuff so it wouldn’t spread. Guess who got it? I’ve been camped out on the couch for the weekend.

The husband is doing fine, he’s staying away from both of us for the most part and he appears to be avoiding the plague that’s filling the living room. I feel so bad about this, I’m supposed to be taking care of him and he’s the one up and running around while I’m lying here blowing my insides into tissues.

I’ve got a bunch of stuff I wanted to post over the last week and didn’t get around to it, so I guess I’ll manage a catch up some time in the next few days.