February has always been a tough month in our household, though usually in financial respects. This year, with the finances not as horrific as usual, February has had to find a new way to wreck her havoc on us.
Don't you think February must be a she? A kind of icy, glittery Snow Queen? One of those fairy tale figures who seems so beautiful, and yet is so cruel? I think this is a northern notion.
So, we have been sick, instead. And by we, I mean the adults. Cora has been unaffected by the stew of germs she lives in (a pause to give thanks), but Chris and I have managed to trade off being sick every week since the third week of January. This week we finally managed to sync up and get sick at the same time, albeit not with the same sickness. Chris got the horrible sore throat and voluminous phelgm. I got the fairly sore throat, fever, and chills, and general weakness. I even had to cancel class!
So, here's hoping that we reach the end of this ridiculous tag-team dance soon. If only so that one day we may have the strength to do the dishes and straighten up the house.