It never fails.
I am three weeks away from Free Money From Work.
That is, if I stay healthy. And the kids stay healthy. And I can quell my churning stomach.
My job has many lovely benefits, one of which awards you with a bonus if you go 6 months with no sick days. Before the kids came along, I racked ‘em up left and right. Mo’ money, mo’ money, mo’ money. But damned if I haven’t had one in the last 12 years. I am now the closest I’ve been since…twenty-one days away. And, of course, while I'm valiantly fighting off a raging cold that came on like a team of wild horses, I am now faced with a belly ache that not only made me crawl in bed clutching the damn thing last night, but woke me up at 4 a.m., unable to be patted down. So now I’m squirting Zicam up my nose for the cold, drinking tea for the belly, and hoping to the Almighty FSM that I can make it through this. ‘Cause I'm not gonna let a little discomfort get in the way of me and Free Money.
To make matters worse, this song was in my head this morning. Ohhhhh…the sickly sweetness of it all…somebody bring me a bucket….