You know you’re not supposed to grouch at the kids or your husband just because you’re feeling hungry today, right? You know you aren’t supposed to grumble about other drivers on the road and think bad thoughts about clueless people in parking lots just because your stomach is growling, right? You know you aren’t supposed to assume bad things about the competence level of the pediatric nurse who returns your phone call and refuses to take your mom-diagnosis of a child’s health problem seriously, right? You know you aren’t supposed to whine or cry or complain or otherwise make innocent people suffer as a result of your own “sacrifices,” right?
Well, I’m sick. I am starting some sort of awful something that includes but is not limited to a headache, sore throat, and nasal congestion. And that is totally my excuse. What’s yours?