I’m starting to wonder if kids are just bug transit systems. After feeling completely normal yesterday, the misses and I both took our turns in the last 24 hours alternating between watching kid and worshiping porcelain. A sad sight, really.
Add up my entire life (including 4 recent years of daily interaction with junior high kids) and you probably won’t reach the amount of time spent sick compared to the last eleven months.
He’s like a (semi) walking, bacteria spreading monster. Good thing I like him or I’d have sent him back by now.
I don’t know what west-nile feels like but it can’t be far from our recent adventure.