I am surprised at how quickly a bad bout with the flu rocked our world this Christmas.
In a couple short weeks, we went from an active household running in six different directions to a hot viral mess.
I went from doing Pilates several times a week, walking the dog in the sunshine every day, traversing the mall searching for tidbits (a ballet bun holder in this corner and kids’ basketball shorts in that corner), waking up early to work on writing projects, meeting up with friends, checking off reading tasks and homework duty like a champ…
…to shivering on the couch drinking hot tea and Tylenol.
And coughing.
Oh, my goodness with all the coughing.
So, this is short post to say that the flu brings out the worst in every single one of us.
For me, the overall viral maliase spreads to an overall malaise in my psyche. In other words, I’m about as cheerful as a kid on December 26. Which, in case you haven’t been around kids lately, isn’t very cheerful. Selfish, slightly disorientated, and insecure is more like it. After ten days with this yucky crud, that pretty much sums up how I’m feeling
M, who now has the flu, went from “Just get outside! You need sunshine” to “shivershivershiver. This flu sucks.”
The girls are up and down. Mostly begging to get out of the house, but then they need to come home and nap because this darn cough sort of wears everyone out.
It especially wears out those strangers listening to six hackers with questionable sick etiquette. (Read: no one is covering their mouths anymore.).
And the boys?
I think that’s obvious by the picture.
They are mostly kung-fu fighting.
And coughing, of course.
