I have a theory about my kids and germs.

My kids always manage to contract some type of bizarre, hyper-intelligent germs that lie in wait until the most inconvenient moment possible. For example, I swear that every ear infection they’ve ever had presented itself right about 5:05 p.m. on a Friday night. What better time to realize we need to see the doctor than right after his office closes?

Right before my very first, big business trip, they both came down with swine flu…which was also not one hour after my husband left on a week-long business trip of his own.

This year, they got the regular flu on the first day of Christmas break, and that lasted through every last day of our vacation.

The past week has been a flurry of activity, and work has been kicking my rear up one side and down the other. My poor husband has plenty of his own work stuff going on, and I have to go out of town for business tomorrow.

You know what that means, right? Yes-sir-ee-bob. My youngest came down with the cough, sniffles and fever last night.

I’d bang my head on the keyboard, but I don’t need to add a broken laptop to mix.