I swear, kids bring more germs into a household than and entire herd of pigs would.

Last weekend both Seamus and Alyssa were sick. Seamus wasn’t too bad, so we went up to Junior’s to help him move something heavy while the kids played a little. When he started to wind down and just sit there, I figured it was time to take him home.

On Monday, Alyssa was diagnosed with Strep throat, and Seamus was getting worse. The doc said he didn’t have it though, so he got to spend a couple of days home from school, recuperating.

I sent him back on Thursday, and by Friday morning, it had hit me too. And the school called and said that John wanted to come home; he’d turned in all of his assignments and fallen asleep in History class. You know that kid’s sick if he’s being thoughtful about homework, or maybe he’s just turned the responsible corner, finally.

Since I was being anti-productive and probably contagious, I sent myself home too. And banished Junior from the house, as he’s still healthy and has a big shoot to go to next week. He doesn’t need to be coughing himself silly on the firing line.

Me, I’m being a schlep in bed. I feel OK until I get up and move around, so it feels like an oddly lazy weekend. I need to pull out of this by Monday night though, as I’m leaving for a class in Sacramento. And I already postponed it once, when I had the flu last fall. This is my last chance to get my Treatment License this year, and I really should have that one for my business.

But at least the cat’s delighted to have someone to keep him company while napping on the bed all day. He’s hardly left my side.