COVID Unicorn no more.

MCGC State Finals weekend, from now on better known as the gift that kept giving. Being I had such a memorable time with all my obedient children in Saginaw, (see my last post), it’s only fitting to finish that out with a positive COVID test. Yipee.

I managed to be the only caregiver for everyone in my house with COVID all at the exact same time and never got it. I’ve traveled multiple times via plane. I’m an obedient vaccinated, and boosted American. I made it from day one of this entire COVID saga and have never gotten sick. Until. Today. I am now infected. Ugh.

So far, the headache is by far the worst symptom. If you’re wondering, I’ve still managed to clean up after the herd that lives here, do all the laundry, make dinner and a pie. Newest girl in the house says, “As long as you are ok by the time we go back to school! I don’t know how we’ll eat.” She isn’t wrong.

I sent hubby a text at work today to let him know that I’d been afflicted with “the COVID”. Like any good spouse he delivered my very own dinner, switched the laundry over for me and is now serenading me with the sounds of rather aggressive snoring. He does what he can before he loses consciousness. Hubby is the poster child for sleep disorders, so he kinda can’t even help it.

Meanwhile, the line up of children at my bedside asking for my assistance grows. The most recent need for an assist was trying to explain to Chatty Cathy how to measure tire tread with a coin. First step in the process is to first explain what tire tread is and how photographing a penny on the concrete next to the tire wasn’t going to help. Explaining without visual aides wasn’t working. Thank you google for providing pictures because the mechanic I’m married to, who doesn’t have COVID, is snoring.

I hear I’m supposed to be self isolating. That’s not really a thing here. I did shut off the internet today until everyone finally helped out and picked up their rooms and put their laundry away. The Mother of the Year awards committee clearly isn’t beating down my door, so why not. Turns out, “the internet won’t work until you do” movement is super motivating. Ha.