Off to work he goes (not!)

Usually when I am sick, I get my behind up and go to work. I mean I would literally have to be either dead or on a respirator not to go in. People are relying on me and things have to get done. It could be Catholic guilt. Or perhaps it is because I am a woman and we are usually quite talented at multitasking by nature. Or better yet, if I stay home, I wind up not getting any rest all because of all the crap that must/should/could be done around the house. Long ago, I had to learn that the world does not and will not stop merely because I am under the weather...no matter how far under I may be. And quite frankly, at the end of the day, I am a mommy and mommies just don't get sick. If we did, then who would take care of everyone else? I have also learned that men, however, are very, very different creatures.

Brian sneezed twice last night and once this morning.

So yes, you guessed it - he called in today. Something must be going on at the job. He went into total sick mode this morning. So then came the ridiculous questions - Do you feel cold? Is it cold in here? *shiver...shiver* No of course its not. Do I feel warm? Of course he didn't. Where are the extra blankets? In the closet where they always are. Do we have any soup? Sure do... in the cabinet next to the pasta where it always is. Do we have any Thera-flu? Nope. Nyquil? Don't think so. Not sure what he did all day today, which is why my idea for a Daddy-Cam might just catch on.

Now that I am home and homework has been completed and checked, dinner has been prepared and eaten, lunch has been packed and the children have gone to bed, mysteriously he seems to have fully recovered. Guess that bug isn't contagious.