The Worst That Could Happen

My two sons have had H1N1 for two weeks. It is almost over, but the road has been very long in dealing with their illnesses. My husband and I have been unscathed by the virus. I was told by my sons’ pediatrician that the likelihood of anyone born before 1976 contracting the virus is slim. This is due to the fact that there was a strain of the H1N1 virus in the 70s, which most people born before that year were exposed to. They cannot publish this information in any medical reports or convey it to the public due to the lack of conclusive studies. I mean, who would want to be subjected to the virus just for the sake of completing an experiment to verify the existence of truth? Not me; been there and have done that.

Mike is still angst-ridden over his lack of employment. He had a job for three days, but then when they checked his background…they realized that his records had a mark from 1993 and there was no way he could keep working. Really? 1993? Okay…that means that anything I did when I was 20 should follow me for the rest of my life. Interesting. I don’t even want to think of the person I was when I was on the cusp of 21; drinking illegally in bars, carousing… Let’s not talk about that.

Although all of these things bother me, I am fortunate that I have a wonderful husband who still thinks I am the sexiest woman in the world and loves me more than the first day we met, which was five years ago last weekend. I am loved by two adorable “little men” who call me to tell me about their day, or dial the phone just to hear my voice. The completion of my day comes when I am able to hold their tow-headed and auburn heads close to mine and listen to their fluttering breath as I read them a story. If everything else equates to being the worst that can be then I have nothing to complain about.