I was woken up this morning by a persistent banging on my door. I groggily got up and tried to find some pants. As I rushed downstairs, I realized that my four year old had let our visitor in the house!! Definitely have to work on that one. I looked down in surprise to see my husband, staring at me with an expression that was a cross between anger and…what? Relief?
“I have been calling you and calling you! What have you been doing?”
“Sleeping,” I replied, feeling guilty.
“Seriously? It’s nine o’clock.”
“I know, I know.” I immediately busied myself with getting my girls drinks and breakfast, and assuring my husband that I was fine. He had, in fact left me about twenty six messages. I had no idea how I’d managed to sleep through all of them.
I promised him that this doesn’t happen often—and believe me, it doesn’t—and sent him back off to work. He didn’t leave before assuring me that he was making me a doctor’s appointment.
Turns out, I have the flu that’s not the flu. How, you ask? Because while it has all the symptoms of the flu—you know, the aching, the chills, the fever—and is contagious like the flu, it’s a virus in disguise. How bout that. Of course, I always heard if it looked like a duck and quaked like a duck…but reasons like that are why I’m not the doctor.
Anyone curious why my little darling girls let me sleep in? One simple reason: they found the Rainbow Chips Deluxe on the counter and where having a contest to see who could eat the most M&Ms.