Right now I kind of feel like Judith might be a ticking time bomb, waiting for her to show signs of illness. On Sunday, the Luck of the Irish certainly wasn't with me, because I'm sporting a nasty sore spot on my hand with some bruising and a nasty brush burn on my shin after I tripped over my own pants going up the steps at church (I really hate being so klutzy). Later that evening, my sinuses started draining, and by Monday morning they were completely stopped up and pounding. It's been a while since I had a sinus infection, and we were having a pretty good year up until this point.
I've been hand washing and sanitizing like crazy. So far, so good, because Judith is still healthy (and I hope she stays that way!). Being a stay at home mom with an active toddler while you're sick is it's own special brand of hell. I was fortunate, though, that my mom was here to help for a while yesterday, and Judith was pretty good today. The worst part was seeing her disappointment when I couldn't read to her when she asked (she kept bringing books to me saying, "I read to you!" in her little voice). I hate losing my voice, but being able to have some vocal rest today has helped a lot, and I hope it, along with the rest of the infection, goes away soon.
So, if you're the praying type, say a little prayer that Judith doesn't catch this, because I'm afraid it might be worse for her than it is for me, and if you're not the praying type, cross your fingers, send good thoughts and vibes, whatever you choose, our way.