I can't believe I'm tying this. Matt has chicken pox.
In the immortal words of Bret Michaels, "Wassagoinon"?
Yes, my 30-something husband has been nailed with kindergartener's disease. He teaches ESL and must've gotten it from one of his students. Unfortunately, being a freelancer, he doesn't get sick days which means we're losing our only source of income for at least a week. (Damn you, The Man!) Chicken pox hits hard when you're an adult (Matt's seriously sick... but he looks hilarious) and since we live in an apartment the size of a postage stamp, we both know it's only a matter of time before Possum gets it too. And that's going to be big-ass barrel of suck. We're hoping that the fact that I'm breastfeeding (and immune) will help protect him, and so far he seems fine, but the gestation period is 10-21 days so we're just holding our breath.