New rule in our house: if you’re going to get sick, don’t get sick on your weekend. (This rule is especially for Ryan, the one who allegedly has weekends.) First of all, Ryan’s weekends are my big chance to get stuff done. “Get stuff done” is always at the top of my list. Second, Ryan only gets two full days off in a row if Jupiter and the third moon of the second planet of the north star align, so he needs to make the most of these rare occasions by getting stuff done along with me. The stuff we need to do together might include going for a walk, talking about the fact that we might be buying a major fixer-upper, or just making sure that one of us remembered to pay the utility bills.
This rule (don’t get sick on your weekends) is very important to the wellbeing of the entire family. If the sickness is a contagious pestilence– which it is this time– it can isolate the whole family just when the non-introverts in the family were gearing up to get out on the town and see some other people. It turns out that most of the other people we know already have family rules about not getting sick.
So if you break this rule, there will be consequences: chicken soup and lots of time in bed. Get well soon, Ryan!
