The Flu Shot

I guess it's that time of year again. We found out today that our pediatrician's office is wait listing kids for the flu shot. They are expecting a shipment, and will call us when it's our turn. Our turn for the hell that will be when our kids realize there is a reason why we are bribing them with McDonalds during the middle of the week. Let there be no mistake. Taking our kids to the pediatrician for shots is no fun! Bribing helps until they see the big ugly monster-like nurse coming toward them with the two foot long needle. Then reality sets in. They're screaming, they're running, they're hiding, they're putting every Power Ranger, Ninja Turtle or super hero move they've ever known to good use. It's a battle, and it's ugly.

As I sit contemplating this upcoming horror show, I start thinking about myself. People say to me every year "Are you getting the flu shot", "Make sure you get the flu shot", "Have you gotten your flu shot yet?" I say to them "Are you nuts? Of course, I don't get the flu shot. I love the flu!"

Let me explain. When else will I get two to five days of solid rest with NO ONE bothering me? Hum? When? I can sleep all day, all night, watch TV in bed without anyone trying to turn the channel or complaining that they don't want to watch what I am watching. I get waited on by my husband, I get lots of TLC from him and the kids, and I get to miss work. I am almost guaranteed the loss of that last five pounds, all while I'm laid up in bed like a princess. That, my friends, sounds like a great deal to me.