Payback

So last week everyone I knew was sick or had sick kids. I felt bad for them, but secretly reveled behind their backs that it was not me. Oh how the mighty have fallen. I haven't had a cold this bad in a long time. There is something so shameful in a bad cold. The flu everyone understands and you can feel fine about not doing anything cause you don't want to move from the cold bathroom floor. A bad cold and you feel like if you could only get everything to stop dripping then you could get on with your life. So here I sit, kleenex everywhere, Jeff watching Max, doped on cold medicine, bored to tears and feeling guilty because I had planned on using this day to make fudge and pies for all my friends. But on the bright side it isn't too bad. About 4 years ago Jeff and I got the Roto Virus and man was it bad. I was basically naked on the bathroom floor for over 5 hours just wanting to die. (After the forth hour poor Jeff came in and threw a towel on me, thanks Honey.) If I could go back and remove that vile experience from my life I totally would, but since I can't I appreciate that it has given me a sense of perspective whenever I get sick. I haven't had anything, labor included (thanks to modern medicine), that bad since.

P.S. I figured that nobody wanted a picture on the chosen topic, so instead I have chosen to include the latest picture of Max.