Ugh, the flu season. I hate it. So why don't I get a flu shot? Because I'm invincible, of course.
Branden came down with the flu in late January and I sanitized like a crazy woman. I was determined that he would be the only one sick this year. I couldn't handle any more sick little girls. So I quaratined him to the master bedroom, slept on the couch and Lysol-ed and Oust-ed every night. Plus I used Clorox wipes on every non-porous surface Branden even looked at! He finally re-joined the land of the living only for me to feel like crap. Well, you know what they say, "If you want to hear God laugh, just tell him your plans"!
So today, I feel like I'm waking up from a coma of 3 days. And just in time. We have a socially packed weekend that I have done nothing to prepare for. The girls and I haven't even worn real clothes in days. It's just pajamas to pajamas. So now (after I'm done typing), I'm off to clean the house, put away the mountain of clean laundry waiting for me, dress the girls, disinfect EVERYTHING and get groceries. Ugh.
On second thought, maybe I'll wait for Branden to get home. He can help me. I need a nap.
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