I've got the flu. It's terrible, really. I had originally planned on not getting the flu this year, what with getting the flu shot and all that hand washing I've been doing lately. But, I changed my mind. Apparently.
I'm still planning on not letting the boys get the flu, so I've been super vigilant about disinfecting my house--in between doses of ibuprofen, that is. In fact, I've found the best time for maximal productivity while having the flu is about 2-3 hours after a dose of meds. . .long enough for the drugs to set in, when the mammoth chills and body aches are a little vague. That gives me a good 45 minutes before the cycle of sick begins again until I get another dose at the Q6 hour. This is how I'm rolling until I decide to not have the flu anymore.
In the meantime, I'm also not hugging or kissing anyone. I know, I know, I'm kind of a martyr. I mean with all those sweet faces and huggable love buckets around, how can I resist? But I am resisting. They'll thank me. But, tonight I almost rescinded the no-hug rule. . .as #1 was heading up to bed, we did our flu air hugs and he said:
"I hope you get better soon, Mom. I'd really like a real hug."
UGH! I hate the flu.
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