Ok, I think it got me. I've been saying for several weeks that, owing to my level of impatience with people who are germ-phobic or always sick, I'm certain to get sick - really sick, and soon.
I'm not sure I'd say I'm really sick, more like kinda sick. Sick like I would go to work if I got paid for working and didn't have any sick time. I'm just slow today.
Erin called me early this morning (which, as every mother knows, is never a good thing.) She's on the Coast for a work event and Morgan was home with the kids and planning to meet her at the beach for a lovely evening at Salishan with his bride. But Erin came down with whatever is going around (not nasty like the flu, just nasty like 'I have a headache and I'm all achy') and Morgan is sick now so I went to the Walsh's, fed the kids breakfast ('Nana, I want frosted Mini Wheats. Fin gets the almond milk, Nana, here's my milk.') ((Have I shared how delightful and precocious I find my grandkids? Especially Conor; goodness he sounds as though he's 8.)) helped Finley dress and got everyone to school. Whatever would I have done without Conor to direct me to school?
Poor Fin was sobbing as I left, "Nana, I don't want to go to school." Visualize great, huge tears streaming down her cheeks as she said this. I'm sure she'll be fine - at least that's what I'm telling myself. I'll pick them up after naps, we'll buy a present for Conor's friend who turns 5 tomorrow, we'll make pizza for dinner and Nana will curl into a little ball and sleep at 9. My running group begins tomorrow. Wish me luck!