|Blessed with some amazing fall weather|
These little munchkins take up a lot of my time these days too.
|♪ "Head, shoulders knees and toes, knees and toes" ♪|
On Tuesday I thought that I would get some good blog time in, because...well, let me tell you this story first.
Let's rewind a year, when my dear husband was sick as can be.
Perhaps I wasn't as sensitive as I should have been. And perhaps I started bragging a teensy weensy bit, only a little, about how I NEVER get sick. And in fact, that I hadn't been sick in at least 3 or 4 years. And maybe I took it a step further and talked about how strong my immune system was, and that, in fact, my immune system was way stronger than his.
I think I even said something to the effect of "You may have a lot of muscles and be super strong physically, but I'm super strong too, not physically, but immunally." Yes, I made that word up. Just go with it.
He, being ever so funny, coughed in my direction and said something along the lines of "Well Ms. Tough Immune System, take that."
Two days later I was sick. And three weeks later, I was still sick. With the nastiest cough in the entire world. I sounded like I had been smoking since the womb.
Oh, and in the midst of all that I got pink eye. The day after I flew in to the States to visit my sister at college.
I'm sure I embarrassed her with my horrendous cough and ugly eye. Her poor roommate must have been totally freaked out by me staying there.
Oh, and I couldn't wear makeup. Or my contacts.
No make up. Ugly eye. Glasses. Hacking up a lung. It was not my most attractive moment in life.
Fast forward now to a few weeks ago, when, somehow, once I again I was telling Luis how I never get sick. I had been battling a bit of congestion but I was convinced it was just allergies, because, of course, I don't get sick. Why do I do this to myself?!?
Two days later I was sick, probably thanks to one of those cutie pies you saw earlier. So, here I have been battling this cold for two weeks and then on Monday, I was finishing up at the gym when suddenly I felt really nauseous. I came home and wouldn't you know it, I had the 24-hour flu.
So that is why I thought I would get good blog time on Tuesday. Because I was sick. Because I brag too much about never being sick. And somehow I get an immediate lesson in humility and I get sick. My husband finds this to be hilarious of course.
I spent most of the day, sleeping on the couch, and well, it's a bit difficult to blog in your sleep which is why the week has gone by with just one measly little post.
I have learned my lesson: pride comes before the cold. And the pink eye. And the flu. At least for me it does.
Hope you're staying healthier than I am this fall!