Warning

I took my son to the doctor for his annual check-up on Friday. He got a clean bill of health, a lollipop and a flu shot.

I got the flu.

It literally laid me flat for the extended Labor Day weekend. My accomplishments over those three days: filled three plastic grocery bags full of used tissues, read the fifth Harry Potter book, took a shower, managed to croak out one chapter of Charlotte's Web to my son.

My advice this flu season: Stay away from those doctor's offices. And a special thanks to my husband for being Mommy and Daddy the entire weekend.