Our household received a visit from Mr. Stomach Bug earlier this week. Mr. Bug is one of those visitors. You know the type:
- Casual acquaintance
- Doesn't check schedules, but rather just "drops in"
- Demands constant attention
- Virtually takes over your entire life
- Refuses to clean up after himself
- Won't take a hint when he's overstayed his welcome
- Never sends a thank you note
How rude! This time around he decided to visit everyone except for Rebekah. (She had a separate play date with Mr. Chest Cold.) True to form, the children were bouncing off the walls within 24 hours of Mr. Bug's visit while Mom and Dad were just trying to stay upright. Gail asked Emma how on earth she felt well enough to jump around. In a perfectly innocent inquisition, Emma countered, "What? Are you jealous?"
Yes, Emma. We're jealous, perhaps even covetous. There's one more thing to add to my self-improvement list, but it's going to have to wait for a bit. First I must wallow in the mire of my aging physical body, one which doesn't bounce back quite like it used to.
