After a tough week of long working days, poor Nate brought home the flu with him from New York. We were so worried about bedbugs but didn't consider other nasty critters that could accompany him back home. I just wish he had gotten the flu shot like I asked! Sigh. Some good friends introduced us to the concept and phrase "it turns out you were right," which when uttered by a spouse is accompanied by an agreement that the winner will refrain from gloating...or from doing the "Nate's wrong" dance. But how could I gloat when my pitiable hubby is horizontally indisposed for a week, not to mention spreading germs to the rest of us? Being right sometimes isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Meanwhile, Vivi and I are doing our best to lay low and play quiet games like reading stories and making art collages. And occasionally I wander about wiping away the germs. Luckily Charlie got a flu shot at her 6-month check-up today, so I just hope it does its job.