Doom

Roland's sick. He is sleeping in the spare room, but even so, the chances of my staying healthy when he is sick are never very good. Hopefully it is the same thing the boys had and got rid of, because I managed to resist it when they had it, so maybe I have built up immunity. If it is a brand new virus and the boys get it...Doom...Despair. I'm always the last domino. I get to see it coming, count the days, try to get as much done as I can before it hits. Every time I vow I will get lots of sleep, take Vitamin C, focus my will on being healthy.

It almost never works. I don't want to get sick! I don't have time right now. Work is intense and I am very, very busy. I can't get sick! Waaaaa!

Yes. I really am that self-centered. My darling husband feels just awful my loving response is to send him down to the spare bedroom and worry that every twinge in my body is the beginning of The Stomach Virus.

Also it has been four weeks since that ding dong sleep study and he still hasn't got the results. It is down right annoying. And yes, that is all about me too. I'm not sure exactly how, but give me a chance and I will work it out.

Because I really am that self-centered.