You ever get the feeling that the Universe is really screwing with you? I'm not talking about anything as serious nor epic as a major test of strength or will. No, it's more like the Universe is just out looking for kicks, and since I'm always good for a few laughs, decides to throw some stuff my way.
As amusing as it must be to watch me scramble to figure out how to uproot the family and move to another state in a very short amount of time (Adam's boss got two weeks notice; I got three), it just isn't funny enough. So, enter, the Chicken Pox.
Yes, apparently, children do still get the chicken pox. Luckily for Luna, it is a mild case. The pediatrician tells me this is "thanks to the vaccine she received." (Yeah, thanks for that.) Then she informs me that we must "stay away from the public" until the blisters have healed. That makes looking for a place to live pretty challenging.
"Funny," says the Universe, "but not ROFLMAO funny. Ooh, Ooh! I know. Let's have the pediatrician assure her that there is no way the son will get it because it's so highly unlikely that kids who get the vaccine end up getting the chicken pox, and then, when no one is looking..."
That's right. Now, Sol has the Pox. And Adam starts his new job—in New York—in two days. And we are no where closer to knowing where we will live. Maybe New Jersey.
Yes, Universe, you are so hilarious.
