Kira started daycare a few weeks ago. She’s two and a half years old now. Time flies by so quickly. Well… until she brought home the plague.
It was bound to happen of course. I’d been home for pretty much eight months straight while out of work and then starting a work from home job so I wasn’t bringing home other people’s germs anymore. Kira rarely got to play with other kids (which is the main reason for putting her into daycare) so she was hardly ever exposed to anything. So yeah… two days of daycare later and we were all sick.
We got over it; we got better. A week or so passed and sure enough – sick again. I seemed to get hit with the worst of it first and was miserable. Constant drainage which led to a sever sore throat after a few days. The weird thing was that it was only really bad at night. I don’t mean when I laid down to sleep… no, I mean at around sunset. Soon after Kira started showing signs and we both got on antibiotics which helped me immensely and Kira is recovering still. Michelle was spare for the most part… for a few days.
Now Michelle has it worse than any of us had it. I think it was the plague just waiting for her to utter the words “I guess I got lucky” because a day later she was miserable. That on top of everything else and she has been miserable. Now I’m just hoping that it doesn’t mutate and infect me again. Ugh….