The Gift that Keeps on Giving

Scott had a terrible virus, cold all weekend. He felt absolutely awful. We were so careful to stay away from him. I slept upstairs with Isaac, washed my hands religiously and banned him from the kitchen. I thought we had escaped. He went back to work yesterday, and by yesterday afternoon I knew I was getting sick. I have spent the entire day in the bed, on the couch, or on the floor. I think I slept 8 hours since I got up at 10 this morning, and I'm going to go to bed in just a minute. What a way to start the summer.