Death Would Feel Better

The stomach flu has swept through here with a vengeance. We've been near tears for many days. Todd and I were the last to get sick. Simultaneously. It has not been pretty. The word, 'wicked' comes to mind. Even my sister and her babies have shared in the nastiness. I do not say this lightly, but death would be a welcome relief. I'm not kidding.

I think all of our suffering is a punishment somehow. This was the last week of school, my last few moments when it would be quiet around here. I started praying for school to continue through the summer. I even put on my red shoes and clicked my heels three times while repeating, "there's no place like school, there's no place like school". And look what happened. We all got sick and everyone had to stay home and throw up together. Feel the love.

As I reflect back, I think my problem was the shoes. They were red, but no glitter. No sparkle when I clicked my heels. Note to self--when wishing for magic, glitter has to be involved. I've learned my lesson. I promise.