Just when I thought things were getting better, they got worse! What. the. heck. So late yesterday afternoon, I decided to get sick again (because it was so much fun the first time). But this time, I decided to take Mike and my almost-3-year-old son down with me, since misery loves company.
Long story short, last night was horrible and I woke up feeling old and achey, while my son was back to 100% by 7:00 this morning. Add "longer recovery time" to my list of cosmically unfair things that happen when you get older (another example: wrinkles and pimples at the same time? Who decided that was a good idea?)
Hopefully I'll be back in better form tomorrow, but I felt like I needed to post to keep everyone in the loop. Plus... my older sister told me I had no choice because my mission in life is (apparently) to keep her entertained while she's at work. And I could never, ever let my fabulous sister down. Mostly 'cause she hits really hard.