Month Two

A week ago Wednesday, I woke-up at 4 a.m. to a shaking bed. The Texas flu epidemic had finally infiltrated my home via my husband. As Chris lay next to me shaking uncontrollably, all I could think was, "I don't want to get sick." Although I diligently washed my hands, drank Air-borne like tea, and made Chris sleep on the sofa for the next three days, it all seemed like a meager attempt whenever the sound of his nasty cough would fill our tiny 600 square feet of shared air. Somehow, though, I didn't get sick. Month two of married life has taught me that maybe I have the mom gene after all; I can care for my sick family while avoiding their germs.