This post will be short. Two days ago, I declared victory over the flu. One child came down with it and no one else contracted it.
I was wrong. The Flower Child, and Bob the Builder, my two other children spent all last night barfing out their lungs.
And… I’m not feeling so great either.
Lesson learned. Don’t gloat. If something good does happen, keep it to yourself. Don’t even celebrate the small victories in life. I apologize for being so morose. I feel like I’m going to puke on the keyboard though.