Whaddaya mean I have to get out of bed?
Jillian and I are both coming down with a cold. It’s only to be expected, what with the weekend of rainy travel and scads of friends and relatives smooching on my baby. We were bound to get something.
Yesterday started with The Snots, which is always fun. Jillian is now able to run away when she sees me coming with a tissue, so I have had to come up with alternate methods of snot-wiping. Namely, the sleeve of my shirt. Sure, it sounds glamorous, but when you have to do it every day, it really becomes a very normal thing.
Because of The Snots, the sleeping thing has been slightly interrupted. Naptime was nonexistent yesterday, and bedtime was interesting because she was obviously exhausted, but since she couldn’t breathe through her nose, she couldn’t sleep. Some Benadryl and the humidifier fixed that and she woke up with fierce crusties this morning.
Jillian seems to be fine today – she’s running around the house at light speed, talking a mile a minute. I, on the other hand, feel as though I’ve been run over by a truck, plus I had some extremely vivid dreams last night, so I don’t feel as though I slept at all. FUN!
I need sick days or something.