Sicky Mom

I just don't understand how my husband and four of my children, who go to a public school on a daily basis, escape the sickness...and I (yes, me...the homebody) do not. My theory is that they are around more germs and therefore immune to more germs. They bring it home on their coats, backpacks, hands, you name it, and then it's transferred to me. *sigh* Well, anyway I ended up with Strep last week. I felt kinda yucky Wednesday, and by Thursday I was miserable. So miserable I wished my mommy would come over and make me soft boiled eggs and take care of me. (Moms are the best at that.) Luckily and thankfully, I am the only one who got it. In fact, I'm still recovering. I've been on an antibiotic since Thursday night and I still feel like a pile-o-crap.

On a funny note, here's how my boys described my illness to my mother-in-law tonight:

Jaxon: Yeah, my mom's still sick. REALLY sick.

(P.S. I was sitting right there.)

Grandma: She's still REALLY sick?

Dallin: Yeah, she's so sick she hasn't even yelled at us today.

Grandma: She hasn't yelled at you ALL day? (And she winked at me.)

Dallin: Yup. She usually gets mad and runs downstairs yelling at us when we fight on Sundays. But her throat hurts so bad she didn't even yell today.

Haha. I love my kids. If there is one thing you can count on, it's telling the truth when it comes to tattling on me. Hopefully I can yell tomorrow. :)