This is not a good pattern. Not good at all.

So, Halloween evening I went to bed with a sore throat. It turned out to be strep.

Thanksgiving evening, I went to bed with a sore throat. It turned out to be step.

Maybe I should just plan ahead and ask Santa to fill my stocking with antibiotics.

Oh, and apparently filling in for mom by cooking,cleaning, and doing laundry is taking its tole on Wes and the boys. Yesterday I found Brandon like this:

I guess next time I get sick, it's time to call in the Relief Society?