I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mac Truck, or Volvo or a Western Star (because they suck wind, and a Peterbuilt would never hit or fly into me according to Corey) It’s cold season and the girls decided in the spirit of share, share, share they did. I didn’t say thank you.
It’s really just a cold, but I feel rotten. I also know that they were feeling rotten – they got ice cream and “Get Better youp” (if you’re Audrey) with lots of movies and cuddles because I felt bad for them, but now I feel even worse because if they felt like this, it sucks.
As of this morning I have officially lost my voice, and while there are many that may not find that to be a problem I do. Have you ever tried to get your children to take you seriously at a whisper? Pretty much all I get out of them at the moment is a smile and nod and they continue on with whatever it was they were doing. Good thing it’s the weekend and Corey’s home to pick up the slack.
He’s great. When it became apparent there was no voice to be had, he got up with the girls, tucked me back in and let me sleep. He’s made the girls breakfast and his planning and giving me the day to rest – I’m spoilt. If this was any other day of the week, I’d be flying solo and it would be long and hard and I’m really glad, at least for today that I’m not.
It’s not really surprising that this cold has managed to get it’s ugly, phlem shaped talons into me this time. I’ve managed to avoid the past 3 illnesses that have sauntered their way through our house, and with a bazillion birthday parties this past month, family functions and all the time spent shopping it was bound to happen.
I’ll just be glad when it’s gone. But for today, I’m going to soak up the help and care, spend an hour or 3 in my soaker tub upstairs, drink some Starbucks and plan for better days.
How are you feeling today? Anybody have any super fantastic home remedies they’d care to share?