Day 64: Sick.

*sniff* I'b sick. It's just a cold. But it's the kind of cold that bakes your ears feel all scratchy and your head seebs to weigh a little bore than usual. In other words: the kind of cold that should require insurance to pay for a nanny, a baid, and a cook for 48 hours so you can get some rest. (Hbbbb... I bight be on to something there. I'll put it on by agenda for by first terb as a senator...) Okay. Enough of the phonetic spelling.


This cold reminds me, by the way, that I have the immune system of... um... what has a really bad immune system? A mushroom, maybe? (And why, oh why, aren't there more medications out there approved for nursing mother's???? Because I can find, oh... none.) The Spouse pointed out tonight that Thing 1 seemed to have gotten his immune system, and Thing 2 got mine. I wondered how he had come to this conclusion. Could it be the constant flow of snot down my son's face? Could it be the fact that he always seems to be sick with something? (At least *just* sick enough that he probably shouldn't go to nursery on Sunday.) But, then again, Thing 1 is "sensitive" to tylenol and likes to spike fevers of 105. So it's probably good she doesn't get sick that often.


Some friends asked me the other day why my kids immune systems are so good. (Because, apparently, they are.) I replied, "You gotta let 'em suck on the shopping cart handles at Walmart. That'll do it." They laughed nervously and looked slightly dismayed. Maybe it's because I'll be watching their kids tomorrow.


And that makes me think of shopping carts, which makes me think of Target, and I wonder if maybe it was because of this cold that I bought that attrociously poo-colored sofa cover tonight. I mean, it must've been something. Surely, in my normal state, I wouldn't have come home with a sofa cover the color of "It looks like somebody missed." (One of my favorite quotes from my dad, by the way.) So, back it must go.


Oh well. Another chance for my kids to suck on the cart handles. Perfect.