A week before I am supposed to fly alone with a toddler and an infant, I get sick. Again.

I have a fever, muscle pain, a headache and sore throat. All this, a day after I finally was cured of conjunctivities... a week after I had the flu.

Why, oh why do I have such luck?!

I guess I can be thankful that I got sick now, before the long flight. Yup, that's me, being positive. If only I can convince myself.