I am slowly stumbling my way back after having been blind-sided by a virus that my daughter brought home from daycare. The past 7 days were a torment of throbbing headaches, parched throats, and the persistent feeling of a baseball right behind my forehead, slowly inflating.
I now look upon my lovely bright-eyed daughter with new eyes. She is, in her essence, a germ carrier. If I didn’t love her so much, I’d consider using rubber gloves and face masks for the rest of her childhood.
This past week I spent a small fortune in babysitters for my daughter, so that she would not perish from neglect. This was kindly augmented by the interventions of my mother, when she was in town.
I am now shakily trying to resume my old life but feel very much like a city from which the invading army has retreated, leaving a depleted wasteland in its wake.
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