I'm getting a cold.
I can't believe it.
My nose is itchy and stuffy.
I'm sneezing often.
My eyes are watering.
I'm whining more than usual...
Only one day into headcold land and I feel like I'm ready to call it quits. Tap out. Bring in the reinforcements. Whatever you do when you get some one else to do your job.
I don't have a substitute or a back up. I'm the only one who can do this job and unfortunately it has to be done. First day of headcold-dom or not.
Wasn't Jeremiah's post so many layers of excellent? I cried when I read it. Jeremiah and I are very loving and affectionate, but he is not a complimenting type person. Reading that post made my day...and then I started feeling sick. Now nothing can make me feel better. Ever again. I'll never be the same.
It's so weird when all your kids are healthy and you're the one that's sick. I feel like crawling into bed and yelling down the stairs:
"MAX! HELLO..........MAXINE!!!!!!!! YOU SAID YOU WOULD GET ME SOME JUICE."
"MAX. Oh there you are. Max, mommy's so sick. Could you go and finish my orders for me, get online and pay Jeremiah's cell bill and the water bill. Use my regular account. Can you get your brother some cheese crackers and then clean the kitchen floor? There's something sticky in there and I can't figure it out."
"Oh. You're only 4. Nice excuse. I'm 28. That's only 24 years older than you and I do this crap every day!"
"PLEASE MAXXXXXXXX. I'M GOING TO CRY IF YOU DON'T DO WHAT I WANT."
Can you imagine the look on her face? Actually, knowing Max, she probably wouldn't even flinch, turn right around, leave my room and completely and totally ignore me. She might even laugh as she saunters slyly down the stairs, a low throaty laugh, one that only me and her master will hear.
That girl is a cold hearted snake...oh...look into her eyes...uh oh uh oh....