"Bam, bam, bam!" I said walking down the hallway. My husband looked up at me from the sofa and asked why I was repeating myself. Said I was making the noise of the kids as they get hit with this flu bug. "Bam!" One after another (with 3 of them getting sick a second go-round) they've gone down for the count. Four were in bed by dinner-time last night. Middle daughter, who's 12, is the most recent victim right after her slightly older brother.
We sit around waiting for someone else to feel lousy. Gary and I are the lone hold-outs and I told him I've not caught the flu because I'm mean, right? He gave me a look (happening lots lately) and joked that that was a question and not a statement, hmm?
I've been in denial calling this a *sort of* flu or a bad cold. Well, darn it, it IS the flu. On the up-side, folks tend to be immune from catching it again for several months after having it. Least that's what I'm going to believe. With this nonsense in the house, I'll take humor or positive input in any way I can.
