I should have known: it was a three-day weekend with a long list of aspirations. Things to do, events to attend, people to see and celebrate. So, the cloud descended when Friday rolled around, and the kids started coughing. Of course. OF COURSE.
The intersection of having small children at the start of the school year who seem to lick walls and place various objects into their mouths for entertainment and making plans is guaranteed to invite the plague. I should have known.
The plans for a fun and productive weekend quickly pivoted to prying myself out of bed just long enough to microwave mac and cheese for the children, who, once overcoming their slight sniffles, felt completely fine. It's so unfair the ushers of illness are those least affected, but that's how it always seems to go.
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