I think it’s somewhat safe to say without jinxing ourselves that we’re a pretty healthy family. The kids hardly ever get sick which is pretty rare when you have little ones, and with the exception of a few quick colds, Mark and I have somehow managed to to be completely sick-free the last couple of years. I don’t even believe Mark has ever called in sick when he was working as a chef in restaurants (and calling in sick isn’t something you do in the biz anyway, unless you’re actually in the hospital or on your deathbed). I guess it shouldn’t come as a surprise that we’re both rather sick at the moment – but strangely with different symptoms – because we’ve been working non-stop and we’re pretty run down. Our luck has run its course and the timing couldn’t be any lousier. We struggled to get through the day yesterday quite miserably and also decided to pull out of a Valentine’s Day market in Williamsburg this Saturday. I hate being a flake, but we couldn’t see any way around it. We’re both tired and now, behind.
Just goes to show you that life can kick you in the ass at times least expected.