So this time it’s Influenza B. Jaim just called from the doc’s office with Hope. This shit is crazy–she missed a week of school three weeks ago with type A. And threw in a short bout with the “pukes” in between just for good measure. Pile that on top of pnemonia and mono, and it’s been a rough eighth year for the Hopster. The good news? No asthma attack this time.
Oh, and it’s my 32nd birthday today. No fanfare, just good family time. Some late breakfast, a dash outside into the spring snow, some fabulous (though super sugary) caramel birthday rolls by Hope (before she got sick), and a little Wii Sports. And some paint shopping, minus the kiddos. I got a fabulous new hat, some real, natural maple syrup (my fave), and a family pass to the Zoo (I smell a little self-serving gifting). And lots of love. Year 33 looks good.