Ok. So all day today nothing particularly funny happened. I washed clothes, make cakes, cleaned the bedroom, etc. Everyone else in the house is sick. Hubby is taking breathing treatments with his nebulizer (an air compressor that is really loud and somehow makes it possible for him to inhale liquid and not drown), the daughter is still not sleeping in her room, and the 14 year old is whining like a mule about his ear.
I am getting worried. Between cleaning the house in preperation of the end-of-year deep clean, baking cakes, cookies, and breads for gifts and dealing with 3 sick people: my nerves are frazeled and I'm pooped. But Hubby and daughter have been sick for 5 days and now the son sounds like he's getting an ear infection. These scare me because he spent so long as a small child with them that he had to have speach therapy. So I try to call the Dr. I get the answering service. I try 3 more times that morning with the same results. The Hubby tries once, and gets through.
It turns out they all have the flu and my son has an infection in both ears. One has already ruptured. So they come home. Coughing, sneezin, sniffling, puking and what not like they have for days now. I was informed that I would have to cook dinner. This was not a shocker to me but I was hoping that nobody was hungry and I would get out of it. No luck. So I whine a little.
My son: "Mom, you gotta cook."
Me: "Why?"
Son: "Cause dad shouldn't do it."
Me: I'm curious, "Why not?"
Son: "Cause if he cooks he could spread the flu germs and then you would get it too."
I laugh histerically. He has no idea why I find that comment so funny.
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