Sometimes I write letters to Ellen DeGeneres. No particular reason. Just because I can.
February was an awful month. It started off just fine but then everything went to hell. First my son got a stomach virus which he so lovingly shared with his sister. Then it was my turn for a virus. Fortunately I escaped the stomach virus but instead, I was plagued by a horrendous cough – the kind where everyone looks at you like you’re dying. Don’t worry, the cough was only at its absolute worst when I was trying to sleep.
My doctor took pity on me and gave me a cough syrup which did help but not soon enough. I actually coughed so hard I pulled a muscle over my rib cage – which only hurt when I stood up, sat down, chased toddlers, changed diapers, did the laundry or tried to sleep. It took two weeks for the cough to go away – just in time for my son to contract another stomach virus. Two days after his symptoms started, my daughter and I both took turns being sick. And after that, it was my husband’s turn. I spent the rest of the month feeling fatigued and was so looking forward to the end of February – a craptacular month.
So here we are, March 1st and where am I – cleaning up more stomach virus. Yes, that’s right, Ellen, my son woke up this morning with another stomach bug. There really should be a statute of limitations for the number of times a stomach virus is allowed to gain access to minors.