Me? Polite?

Now if I asked my readers to describe me in one or two words I can guarantee that polite would not be found anywhere. Now I am not saying that I am always rude; I can be nice and am probably more polite then I am rude, but I say what I think and that comes across as rude sometimes. Anyway, I joined a playgroup last spring that I was introduced to by my friend Dandi. The ladies are great, and it is refreshing to be with non=Mormons once a week. Max is the oldest kid in the group, but he gets along well with everyone. I think it will be a good group for Mae over the next few months. Well so last Thursday one lady hosted it at her house and it wasn't until I was in the car on my way that she mentioned that she and the kids have colds. Okay, colds.....hmmm....what to do? Well it is just a cold so I continue on. You can't keep your kids from everything. I show up at the door and yeah it was WAAAY more then a cold. She sounded like death. Now every ounce of my body wanted to turn around and save myself and my kids, but I didn't want to be rude. So we ventured in. Now I love her boys they are so adorable and sweet, but they were DRIPPING with snot and for some reason all over me. Like they hadn't been hugged their whole lives they were clinging to me. ARRRRGGGG! I just wanted to throw them off of me, but I didn't want to be rude. We stayed and played. When the polite amount of time had passed we left. And big surprise, I got sick. So so sick! I was so dripping sick this week. I even had fever and chills yesterday. If this is the price I pay for being polite maybe I need to rethink this new policy and go back to my true self.