Well, I have succumbed to the flu that CG came down with last week. I guess the bright spot in this new development is that I can stop washing my hands incessantly now that we've all got the same crud.
I was feeling a bit sorry for myself today, all "mama doesn't get sick days" about it. But the truth is, I haven't ever really "gotten" sick days. Before I was a mom, I was a self employed dancer/Pilates instructor/massage therapist. I took class, rehearsed and performed through colds, flus, strep throat, you name it. I worked people out while trying not to hock a loogie on them; I gave massages where I stared at the trashcan and wondered if I've have to use it. I did cancel clients and skip class when I really couldn't hang but it was more often that I just dealt with it. It sucked but working through sickness was a part of life. Just like it is now.
In other news, we just watched "Hustle and Flow" and I'm shocked to say that I actually found a somewhat violent movie about a pimp really uplifting. How crazy is that? Oh, and if you haven't seen "Once" yet and you are AT ALL moved by passionate songwriting and love stories YOU MUST SEE IT.