…because my family is three for three now, and it is really getting to be annoying.
“The most poetical thing in the world is not being sick.”
GK Chesterton
The Husband and I were excited to attend Family Week and spend time with The Girl. It had been six weeks since we dropped her off at the university where she has chosen to spend the majority of her time (and our money, ouch!) for the next four years. The Boy came along, too, excited to see college life in full swing and eager to tell all who ask how much he doesn’t miss his sister, best friend, and general partner in crime. Liar.
Can we once, just once, set foot on this college campus without major illness?
First visit, norovirus hit our family- insulting as we weren’t even cooped up on a cruise. If I’m going to have The Cruise Ship Bug, can’t I at least get it on a luxury trip? Next visit was move-in day, and an anxiety attack hit one of us in a bad way. Now, six weeks later, we are visiting and The Girl is not recovering from a nasty cold as she thought but instead is cultivating a nice case of bronchitis. Family Weekend became Urgent Care Trip Weekend and Pharmacy Fun Day.
Who better than your mamma to spend the weekend with when you are away from home and quite ill?
And, it was awfully nice of her to share her creeping crud with her father.
branching out... on a limb 