Dude, I’ve been getting sick about every third Monday or so since May. Same GI disturbance, not linked to previous meals or kid germs (as I’m the only victim). I’ll spare everybody the graphic details. Since it always, without fail, happens AFTER my husband leaves for the week, I’m thinking it’s stress that has internalized into, well, bodily hell. Way to hit me while I’m done, intestinal system, go ahead and rub some salt into that wound. Because we all know I’m saddest (and the kids are most evil) the day after Tim goes back to Maryland. You think the lack of sleep and general malaise would be enough.
On more positive news, we have a kitchen full of food (that I want to eat, and to retain), and gas prices are down to $3.65 in my immediate area (Kempsville area, Va Beach, if you’re curious). I am so down with what House Republicans are doing right now, and when I can sit up for more than 5 minutes, I’d like to expand on how it makes me feel. Right now, I’m just working on keeping the ginger ale down.
I. Loathe. Sick. Mondays.
