Curve ball

As I begin to write,  I chuckle because at 46 years old,

 I have the chicken pox.

 What?  Yes, you read that correctly,

 I have the pox.

I am miserable, I am so itchy that I want to use brillo pads

on my skin.

I am a mess. I am covered.  Here is the weird thing,

I have them from my jaw line down.

not one mark on my face,  Praise God, and

my kiddos do not have them.

How on earth did I get the chicken pox.

I had them the first time when I was 18 and had to

miss my senior prom.

 I had them so bad, they were down my throat,

I felt like I couldn't breathe, so 

I had to go to the ER. 

 I remember being so sad about

 missing my prom.

Now I am 46 and I have the pox again.

How is that possible?

This week my kiddos started school and

I am home alone.

I had other plans for this free time but

I have been thrown a curve ball...

I am just grateful that no one else in my little family

 has them and 

I have some alone time to rest

 and get well.