A Plague Descends

My son is sick.

Or, I hope, was sick. Not sick any longer.

Because I'm sick of him being sick.

Somehow, my wife has managed to miss his most spectacular efforts at being sick all over the place, which I'm also sick of. And my productivity this week has gone in the same direction as most of his sickness. Which I don't mind, so much, because I want to take care of my sick son. I'm just ready to be done with it.

Plus we want to go to my parents' this weekend, and that's not going to happen if he continues to be sick.