I declare that if someone is going to get sick with an illness that will cripple her while performing mother/ wife duties, the illness should definitely start with a FEVER. Because if it starts with a cough after a brisk walk in the post-Ida wind, followed by achiness blamed on working out, then I the mother/ wife will keep pushing herself to do everything, including tailgating and attending a very exciting football game (after downing ibuprofen and Mucinex), only to collapse (figuratively) that night in a fever topped with chills.

I hate being sick. I hate that I made excuses for a few days before actually saying, “I’m sick.”

I did go to the Minute Clinic this morning and verified I don’t have flu and don’t have bronchitis. Instead I have been coughing since Wednesday and tired of it. My chest is sore and my energy is sapped.

But hey, tomorrow is another day.