I am getting a cold. The kind of itchy throat, slight sinus congestion and dry cough that indicates I should be miserable in a day or two Fortunately my colds are usually pretty predictable and if I sleep with a humidifyer, drink lots and lots of water and inhale vitamin C...I can usually head-off a truly debilitating illness. If I don't do the aforementioned things, I am sure to progress into an upper sinus infection or bronchitis. It never fails.
Chris can't sleep with a humidifyer on. If he does, he ends up as congested as I am without it. And will get the upper sinus infection or case of bronchitis. And will be miserable. And a big freaking baby. And yes, he will tell you the same thing about himself.
Ok, so it's not las if I am allergic to him. It is inconvenient, at best, when one of us sleeps elsewhere. But dammnit it is Friday, we get to sleep in tomorrow and I want Chris & I to slumber in the same place. Is that so wrong?
On the up side, the kids had flu shots today and despite my worst fears, did remarkably well. Jack kind of yelped, turned around to look at the nurse as if to say, "Lady what the eff did you just put in my arm?" then outwardly said, "Whew, that's better" to the utter delight of the nurse. Abby recoiled generously at the alcohol rubbing stage, starting crying furiously, and when she realized that it was already over was giggling just as furiously, with tears still streaming down her face. They can be so awesome.
The weekend? It has promise of good weather, yard clean-up, bread-baking, some recipe experimentation in preparation for Thanksgiving and a good dose of catching up with our kids now that the World Series is over. (Please confirm my assumptions that other parents ignore their children during major sporting events? Please?)