Down with the Sickness

So, I hope you’ll forgive my brief hiatus from writing.  I have found myself locked in a bitter clash against the sickness.  The sickness, referring of course to the amalgamation of several illness collaborating to haunt me.  I miss the days of feeling ill as a result of being up late, having one too many cocktails, or entertaining guests into the late hours.  Now, the sickness arrives as a result of my children attending daycare.  Or as I call it, the giant infested petri dish.  I liken the daycare environment to the nursing home environment.  Sadly, there are far to many people present and far to few care providers.  And when I arrive, not unlike the nursing home, the kids run to me as if they have spent all day digging ditches while being whipped with leather straps.  There is nothing quite like the look of utter relief on the faces of my children when I show up to pick them up from daycare.  I imagine my daughter huddled up in the corner in a barracade she has made with legos, writing a journal, (I know she’s 2, but I’m working in metaphor here people so back off) praying for a miracle.  My sweet little Zoey, the Anne Frank of the daycare. 

In truth, i’m told that children need to get sick to build their immunity.  I understand that, and it makes sense.  Unfortunately, I am almost thirty, and I don’t need to “build my immunity.”  The flu they bring home that may be a necessary evil for them, is raping my immune system.  It’s not the kids fault, they are young, they have no idea we are passing the sickness around like a beach ball at a Nickleback concert.  So, at this point, I must pause, and take a pill or two….