Condemned

Our residence that is. Because apparently it is unfit for "healthy" human existence. Unfortunately for us, it is the opposite of condemned for the lovely viruses that seem to have moved in and invited all their friends. I know I talked a good game, but I'm officially out of ammunition to use on those little terrorists that Hayley seems to repeatedly bring home from preschool.

An explanation? Somebody in this house has been sick since July. According to Chinese astrology, 2008 is "Year of the Rat." Apparently according to Roberts' astrology, 2008 is "Year of the Hack." In the last half of this year, Brian can attest to 2 sinus infections, shoulder surgery, and several assorted head colds. I can personally vouch for 1 case of tonsilitis (which included fever and required antibiotics... unheard of for me), numerous head colds, and a 3 week long coughing episode. Todd accounts for one phlegmy chest and goopy nose to boot. And our little germ vessel? Well, lets just say that her nose has been running non-stop since July. Her latest shenanigans caused us a trip to the pediatrician this morning which resulted in a negative flu test and dashed hope for a cure all antibiotic. In case you're wondering, all I really want for Christmas is for my house to be tented with Lysol.

And so once again I sit, drowning my worries in repeated glasses of Emergen C, cursing the immune system gods, and fighting off the "I have to run today" anxiety attacks that keep plaguing me. Oh yes, the thought of missed runs creates boat loads of stress for me, particularly now since I've committed to running the Sarasota Half Marathon in February. And although I must have been feverish and dilusional when I registered, I'm pretty sure delusions of grandeur isn't a defense to get my registration fee returned. It's okay, I'm secure enough in my cheapness to admit that it's pretty apparent that I'm a tight wad when it comes to money. I'd pretty much have to be on my death bed to walk away from the $65 registration fee. So I'm RUNNING. And I prefer to be well trained and not require CPR along the course route. And therefore, I'm getting really stressed about these constant illnesses! Wouldn't you know I end up with the kid that will eat anything she finds off the floor??!! I'm doomed!

I'm afraid the kids are starting to worry as well. I've secretly been catching them practicing their EMT skills. They must be worried they're gonna have to scoop Mommy up off the half marathon route.