26 June 2009

Please Don't Ask How My Children Are

I swear I'm never talking about my children at work again.

Yesterday, a cow-orker asked how the boys were (they were fine).

This morning? Finn is throwing up.

EVERY time someone asks, one of them comes down with something.

I'm praying Owen is spared this time around.


natasha the exile on Mom Street said...

I curse Murphy and his law DAILY.

Sorry Finn isn't feeling well.

Sweet Familiar said...

Ack! Is he at least old enough to hit the bucket? Hope it's short-lived.

Kim said...

Ok. I won't ask how they are doing....but how ARE they coping with the passing of Billy Mays?

I mean, it was just a couple of posts ago you spoke of their love of OxiClean....