Most of you know what a big baby I am when it comes to getting sick. For those of you who are new here, well, let's just say: I am a baby when it comes to getting sick.
I hate it.
Did I tell you I hate it?
And today the Nutshell was not a happy place to be. All three of us woke up with boogie noses, headaches, congestion, and all those lovely things that come with a cold.
I am pretty sure we contacted it in the play area at the mall. Or it could have been Walmart, or maybe it was church. Well, I guess it doesn't matter where we picked it up... not really. Just that we did. And we aren't very happy about it. I hate wiping my own nose, and now I have to wipe three! What luck I have. The joys of motherhood.
I am sure, one day, in the far distant future, I will miss these days...
But right now, I want to just curl up in a nice hot bath with a good mystery. Doesn't that sound like fun? Wait until my cold night-time meds kick in and off to la la land I plan on going!
I hope the boys sleep in... just an extra 30 min would be nice... Wouldn't it?