Hey God,

Can we talk? I have a problem.

The little ones are adorable and irresistible even when they have snot running from their nose to their mouth. They turn their head and cough six inches from my face. It’s amusing until their mother yells at them to cover their mouth. When they were sick this past weekend –well - I lacked the restraint to not hold their tiny bodies cradling them in my arms. Even after they threw up.

This morning I woke to a cough, runny nose, and body aches. The boss man would have none of it. Getting out of bed was a chore. A Laura Ingalls Wilder chore. My body aches from hauling water from the well to the homestead. My throat is a haven for pin cushions. And my nose is representing the Christmas spirit with it’s glowing red shine.

Maybe you shouldn’t make those little ones so darn cute? Change those tiny voices that ring like Peter Pan knocking on my window to that of a life long smoker and whisky drinker.

What I am I saying? No. No. No. Don’t do that. How about not letting them get sick so much?

Can you work with me here?

The “Mother Hen” at the office just brought me in some ginger ale and a muffin. While I am at it God, thanks for your angels.

But damn all viruses and bugs.

All my love,

Sass