Back on the Mucus Merry-go-round

Well, I knew it was going to happen. Last week at work, there was a little boy, Simon, who was all snotty and cranky and coughing, and I took one look at him and I just knew I was gonna get it.

So here we are. Mr. Man, Da Boy, and I. Back on the mucus merry-go-round. Full-time workers at the snot factory. At 4:30 this morning Da Boy comes in our bedroom, goes to Mr. Man's side of the bed and say's...

Daddy, daddy?

I hear a low groan beside me sounds like "whhhaaaaaaaa"

Daddy, I has a issue! (and he points to his nose)

You have an issue? Huh?

I has an issue? Teeeease? (pointing emphatically at his face, with slime running into his mouth)




Poor guy, I really feel bad for him, both of them actually. Mr. Man has to work, so he's out there in the cold bringing home the bacon, while Da Boy and I sit here sniffing and snuffling, playing Cars bingo and being warm.

So, today I get to email the couples in our growth group and cancel the group meeting at our house on Sunday. There's no way I'm letting 2 families in here to get sick. Don't get me wrong, sharing is good, just not this kind.