we are under attack.

by a vicious strain of streptococcus bacteria (ie; strep throat.)

the past few days have played out something like this:

1. child complains of fever, headache and sore throat
2. call the clinic
3. schedule an appointment
4. bring sick child in
5. strep test positive
6. weep a little
7. fork over co-pay
8. weep a little more
9. drive to Target
10. pick up prescription

and over and over and OVER.  let's hear it for a never-ending bacteria party!  hip hip hooray.

and if that weren't enough, the hubby had to go and catch it as well, of all things.  like huh?  I thought parents weren't supposed to get sick.  even worse, the two of us make a terrible patient-nurse team.  when it comes to adult whining, I have zero patience.  I know, shame on me and all that, but I NEED his help.  around these parts there's no such thing as rest for the weary: you're sick?  sweet, go clean the bathroom.  look, it even says right HERE: in sickness and in health.  chop chop.                     

so now, instead of bright, cheery flowers on my windowsill, I get to stare at numerous bottles of pills, elixers and syringes all lined up.

I need a vacation.

-jessica