Can't wait for March to end!!

This has been an awful month. To start, my son got sick. All week. Then I got sick. Then we went to Florida. Okay, how does that fit into an awful month, you ask?
Let me tell you. We were asked to go down for a few days to Disney World, which was great, and we all looked forward to it, but it was the drive to New Hampshire that nearly killed me. Sick as a dog, couldn't speak, and in incredible pain, I dragged my sorry butt into the car and out of the car. Into the car, out of the car. When I needed to ask a question, I whispered to my husband to ask it, and all he'd say was, "What did you say? I can't hear you." On purpose, I'm sure.
Anway, I was sick all of the trip, and an extra week at home. You get the picture? We traveled back home the way we came.
Then, because of my indelicate age, I discovered the joys of periomenapause, for two solid weeks. You gals out there know what I'm talking about.
Then I got sick again. In church, no less, during our new youth director's first service. All Robin could think was, "Oh, no, I'm doing a horrible job!"
Then, my son and my daughter got sick again. Now my husband is sick.
I'm sick of being sick. I'm sick of winter and I'm sick of writing about it.
'Nuff said!