So, after talking about my son being sick the other day, Karma decided to fling itself right back at me. My son calls this “justice”.
I call it Revenge of the Little People.
Yes, I caught exactly what my OnlySon had just last week. Except, I’m not a pre-pubescent 6th grade boy, so my voice dropping an octave doesn’t make me sound older, it makes me sound
Or rather, on the phone, I sound like a heavy-breathing prank phone-call to most people.
Walking across the room is now a marathon. By the time I reach the other wall, I’m wheezing as though I’d never stopped smoking. Coughing and hacking is my new second language, and my children are becoming quite adept at translating.
I am a codeine-carrying phlegm-bot.
So, if I fall silent for brief periods here, it’s not anything serious, it’s just my children’s Karmic Slingshot. I shall return!