The weather outside is frightful and so are my tonsils. I should be at work today, but instead I am home with strep throat. My tonsils hurt, my neck hurts, my ears hurt, my head hurts, even my teeth hurt. I've refrained from complaining too much to Matt because he is trying his best to satisfy three very unsatisfiable children. I don't think he wants to hear about the acorn sized glands in my neck or the stabbing pain I keep getting in my ears. Being a sick parent comes with a certain amount of guilt. That guilt is what pushed me to get out of bed this morning to pack three lunches for my children. I have to say I did it more for Matt than for them. He handled getting them off to school very well this morning, but I pray that I am well tomorrow because I don't think he could do two days of kid/school duty, but neither could I. We have grown accustomed to our 50/50 marriage, so when something like strep throat or a migraine throws a wrench in our oh so perfect system, meltdowns undoubtedly follow. Hopefully my antibiotic will kick in this afternoon so that I can help with homework and bath duty tonight. If not, sorry Matt. I'll write you an IOU when I feel better.