Awful Day Before

This is such an awful day before the husband arrives. First, my daughter gets sick with fever.

True to form, I followed suit. Got a mean cold, my whole body hurt, and I have subjected myself to getting bed-ridden.

This is crazy, I tell you. I should be preparing for my husband coming home. The only consolation is that my little lovely daughter is well now. It's always like that. Her sickness transfers to me. Better that way though than see her ill.

*Sigh*

I really must try to get well over night, and look impossibly fresh by the time I pick him up at the airport tomorrow evening.

*Ah-choo!*

Good luck to me.