I hate flu season. I especially hate it when I’ve put off vaccinations only to find out that we missed the first batch and have to wait until Thanksgiving for the second round.

But my main reason for hating flu season? I can’t take the June Bug to nursery on Sunday if her nose has even the teensiest drip.

This is a good rule, I totally support this rule, but I could curse her dratted drippy nose right about now. See, I get a break from the other two with school and preschool, but nursery on Sunday is the only time during the week where I get to shove her off on some other unsuspecting adult without feeling guilty. That equals two restful hours where I don’t have to constantly pay attention to her.

Like right now. She’s supposed to be in bed, napping. But I can hear her, about five feet behind me, being unsuccessfully sneaky and totally naughty. Maybe if I don’t turn around, I won’t have to deal with her. Maybe if I close my eyes and try really hard to ignore her, she’ll decide she really is sleepy after all, sneak back to her bed, and GO TO SLEEP.

I love her, but I really hate flu season.