Josh has the flu. Not just the run-of-the-mill, i-feel-achy-but-will-be-better-in-a-day-or-two flu but the one that sucks so bad that the doctor prescribes you Tamiflu, then says it may not do anything to help, and gives you a note to take to work that excuses your extended absence because it's going to take you at least 5 days to get better.
Dear God, don't let Madeline or me get this ick. Give me the fortitude and superhuman strength to keep my baby at my side at all times to keep her away from her infected father. And please, please give me unending patience and understanding so that I will not smother my husband when he asks for something else to drink because water doesn't taste good anymore, wants me to make him food other than what I had to eat or the leftovers in the fridge, or because he turned our bedroom into the sickroom leaving me to sleep on the futon in the office. Amen.
13 February 2008
pray for us
