My week started off with Kid #4 waking up at 3 am with a bad asthma attack that turned into the flu. After a long day of cooking yesterday, I had to finally admit defeat. Despite being OCD about hand washing, Kid #4 was able to pass the flu on to me. I’m not supposed to have much caffeine, but I’m going to need it to survive today. I’m not happy about it either. I was really hoping to enjoy the bottles of wine I bought for survival instead.
I asked Kid #4 last night if he would take care of me, since I took care of him. He looked at me with this evil smile. He said maybe Grandma would take care of me - she’s my mother.