Ugh

This came home in David's folder yesterday.

Good thing I accepted months ago as an inevitability that my kids are going to get the swine flu. That seemed much easier than wondering about it. Pessimism works well for me. I don't have to worry about if we are going to all get the swine flu. I assume we are. (And the odds are looking better and better that my pessimistic prophecy will be fulfilled.)

But I still have to worry about when, and I HATE anticipation....so I kind of just want to get it over with....then I really don't have to worry about it anymore.

Yes, I think to my kids, "Hurry up and get the stupid flu already." And, yes, I do feel kinda bad for thinking that. And, yes, I'm sure I'll feel really bad for thinking that when my sweet children are puking and burning up and hospitalized with respiratory complications. It's going to be a miserable (and potentially life-threatening) experience.

On second thought, maybe I'll allow myself a little bit of hope.