Okay. I stole the name of one of my long-time blog buddies, Mommy Needs a Xanax. I know she'll understand. We go way back. We were houseguests together in the Big Blogger House. She taught me all about the horror of waistboobs of the aunt variety. In appreciation, I shared pics of hot cabana boys with her. There's a record of all that nonsense somewhere back in one of my first two blogs. But the point, which I had when I started typing, is that she won't begrudge me the title.
While Mommy Needs has been taking care of her brand new bundle of joy, I have been busy taking care of my 105 new bundles of... joy.
I have picked up the sore throat runny nose bug from The Pony and the #1 son. Unless I picked it up at school, just breathing the same air as the students. Somebody shared it with me. I'm very careful with the hand-to-face transmission route. My illness started way up in the back of my throat, halfway to my right inner ear. Which makes me think I inhaled the toxin. It could have come from respiration in the hall during class change. It could have come from The Pony breathing in my face as I slicked his forelock down before we left for school.
But now I have the sickness. So I'm not very energetic. I may have been coming down with it for several days. That's my excuse for the short posts of late. And why I haven't been traipsing about the bloggyside, popping in to set a spell with my peeps.
I have some stories to tell. When I regain my strength. Maybe the long weekend will be good for what ails me.