Every now and then one or more of my children will get a bit lethargic and stop moving in hyper speed, slow down their incessant chatter and get all snuggly. For a few hours this is heavenly. I can take a load off, relax and not switch gears every few seconds to answer a question about why the sky is blue, hear about Zac Effron or be forced to watch an extreme skiing video. But then when I stop to think about it I realize that this is not a new phase in my life where I will be able to have an ounce of energy left something other than the three of them. Nay. They are sick. So after that small wave of relief over my new found down time I am on duty for sick call. After a double boy week of sickness I am so tired I can barely move. And what’s waiting around the corner for me? I suspect the looming figure of strep throat. Fuck.
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