When I wrote my last post it was not my intention to mock the gods of family health. I really thought that once I recovered from my three week long illness that our family had probably logged our sick hours for a while, that we had paid our ill bill for the time being and that we could enter the fall disease free.

Silly silly mommy.

While I have spent the week recovering from what I have affectionately termed the creeping crud, Emma has spent the week incubating her own version of it. I was in denial about her when I wrote that post, hoping that in fact she wasn’t really sick. There is no denying it now. On Monday she was weepy and exhausted, with a low-grade, 99.4 fever when she came home from daycare. By Wednesday she had a fever of 100 degrees, with a runny nose and a developing cough. And last night she woke up with a temp of 103.9 with green goop coming out of her eyes.

So a very sick little Emma was whisked off to the doctor for the second time in a month today. What started out as a virus earlier this week has now developed into a sinus infection and an ear infection, her first one ever, so she was given a “Go Directly to Antibiotics” card. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.

So tonight, as I listen to her trying to sleep through her hacking cough I am reminded to never, ever mock the gods of family health. They are in control and will SMITE YOU DOWN if you dare to presume what they will do next.

I shudder to think what they have in store for us.