The curse!

And no, I’m not talking about my ladies’ holidays.

No, I brought the curse on myself. Last night, I said to Rob, “Isn’t it great, we haven’t really been sick since March? I mean, no one has really had a cold or anything. ISN’T THAT AMAZING???”

Right after I said that, I immediately regretted it. I am very superstitious. Despite my mathematical leanings, I truly believe in the accuracy of zodiac signs in predicting personality traits. I would never have married my husband if he was something like a Sagittarius, or maybe an Aquarius, because that would not have been compatible with my Taurean personality. I have been known to instantly translate a new acquaintance’s birthday into their zodiac sign and then feel like I know them intimately. If it wasn’t for my distaste for pina coladas and getting caught in the rain, I would have totally rocked the dating world in the ’70’s.

I am also superstitious about saying or thinking negative thoughts about someone else’s children, or bragging about my own, feeling that big old karma will come back to haunt me. Chickens to roost, or something. It’s like the woman I know who bragged to everyone about her daughter being completely potty trained at 18 months, and what is everyone talking about, it’s not difficult, just use underwear and praise and voila, children will be potty trained. Then her son came along and was trained at age four.

So back to the story at hand. We’ve all done it. We’ve all marvelled at the fact that our children have gone a period of time with no illness. That’s what I did last night. 9:30 this morning, Jake complained of a headache and being tired. He has been running a high fever all day, and he hasn’t even been interested in watching TV, which is a sign to me that something is WRONG. I’m crossing my fingers and hoping the fever breaks soon. Meanwhile, I’m kicking myself for bringing on the curse.