And that of course means that everyone has to be sick.
The husband came home looking like the lead singer of a death metal band after a year long tour.
I practically fed him Nyquil and sent him away.
The son took a nap with him later on and woke up, crawling onto the couch with me.
Mama, I’m warm and snuggly.
So I snuggled him.
That’s not warm and snuggly…that’s a fever.
I dosed him on Motrin and then later Tylenol, dunked him in the bathtub and thought, Oh yay. A whole four day break of sick people.
The husband finally woke up around ten and convinced me that sex was a good idea.
Don’t drink out of my cup…I don’t want you to get sick.
Thank you for being considerate. Now come her so we can swap bodily fluids. That has no potential for spreading germs and disease…Right.
Oh, and I’m hacking up a lung this morning.
I’ve got two, right?
I’ll be fine.