We're supposed to be in Whistler, B.C. enjoying a winter wonderland. I rented skis and have prepaid lift tickets. So why am I sleeping and lounging on the sofa? Because somehow, I've managed to get the flu. And I've likely passed it on to the rest of the household. Michael is feeling achy and has a cough. Timothy has a sore throat. And Christopher is just a toddler who has a perpetual runny nose and an occasionally cough.
Don't get me wrong, I'd much rather be sick here than at home trying to manage taking kids to school and missing work, but it sucks to be sick on vacation, and I seem to often be sick on vacation. Plus, is just sucks to be sick all the time.
Thanks for listening to me rant. I've finally bored Christopher to sleep, and I can go to sleep.