Seeking Immunity

I have the germ tolerance of a pre-schooler. The reason I know this is because every time my 4-year-old niece gets sick, I catch it. She won’t even be exhibiting symptoms anymore—in fact, it can be a full WEEK after she’s been sick—and it’ll still hit me like a ton of bricks.

She’s infected me twice in the last month alone. And I only see her once a week. Honestly, how do people with kids do it? Rugrats are sick ALL the time. Until recently, I hadn’t been sick in ages. And now all of a sudden, I’m a sissy-la-la in bed with a fever of 101 degrees every other week.

It’s so boring. I need fresh air. Of course, I’m only home sick on the days when the weather is beautiful. It's gorgeous out right now, not a cloud in the sky, and I'm stuck in my bedroom prison. They're predicting rain this weekend, but I’ll be sure to be back to my regular, fun-loving, overly social, normal self by then. Wonderful timing, me.

I suppose I should take a break from the Boobies on Parade parties we seem to be throwing with increasing regularity. As much rest as I've been getting in spite of all that, apparently it's not enough. And short of wearing a face mask whenever I’m around my family, I’m not sure what else I can do.

I guess I’m in for more boring days. And now, nights too!

I'm getting old--and regressing at the same time. Save me.