I have a cold.
It’s a real cold. It’s lie-under-a-pile-of-blankets-and-shiver sick. You know, that thing where deciding which side to sleep on means deciding which nostril to use for the night. Complete with all-over aches and a pressurized head…
This is the first legit cold I’ve had in years. I was just bragging about having this super duper immune system, that I never get colds, that it must be the garlic, blah blah blah. If I believed in jinxes I would say that I shouldn’t have said all of that.
Being sick as a mom is freaking hard. My kids aren’t really into TV, so I can’t use that as a crutch for long, and I ran out of quiet activities by 10am. No matter how we feel, we moms still have to break up fights and cook meals and comb the morning bird’s nest out of our daughters’ hair and whatnot.
All I want to do is get some tea in me while it’s hot, to open up the airways a little. But Nugget seems to think the whistle on the tea kettle is his dinner bell, and nursing while sipping on a cup of hot tea strikes me as a bad idea.
Luckily, the kids got a big old stack of books from the grandmas this weekend, so I’m trying to go through them slowly to make them last. They’ll always hop up on the couch with me to snuggle with a book. And I have exactly one children’s audio book that I’m saving just in case my scratchy voice gives out.
I don’t even have the energy to finish this post.
Just a few more days of this…