Mom's Sick Day
Friday: Child number one down. With the sniffles. Friday Night: Child number one visits me three times during the night to snuggle. It is magical and heartwarming. Not really. He snerfed all over my pillow. I'm doomed. Saturday: Child number two has a sore throat. Needs Tylenol. No sniffles yet. Saturday Night: Boy child sneezes directly in my face. Spit droplets in my eyes and nose. There is no more efficient method for delivering germs. This is it. Sunday: Child number two down. Coughs and snots all day. I haven't caught it yet, but let's be real here. There is no hope of escaping this. The germs are hovering over me like Ziggy's storm cloud. Monday: I wake up with the throat of a centuries-old firey dragon. Red hot coals are burning the back of my throat. I think Dobby snuck in last night and performed an engorgement charm on my nose. Awesome. I make it through...