Dear Kid,
You know what’s worse than your kid having a cold and not being around to bring the child chicken soup and Nyquil?
Being the child with a cold and no one bringing you chicken soup and Nyquil.
At the moment, I am that child.
To be fair, Dad bought the Nyquil. But I had to cook a chicken and then make my own soup.
While I am getting better, I still have a $#&$%!!!! cold.
Who would think one little nose could hold so much stuff?
Do you know what food tastes like with a cold? Neither do I. Because you pretty much can’t taste anything with a cold.
I am one whiney mamma.
What’s worse, I have no creativity. It’s gone. Used up. Probably all that creative energy is going toward new ways of being pathetic.
Fortunately, my cold is coming to an end.
I know this because grandma says that if a you get over a cold quickly it will take a week and half, but if it takes a long time it will last about 10 days. And I’m somewhere around Day 8.
Have you ever noticed that it’s really hard to count the number of days you’ve had a cold? You start out figuring that you’re just fighting a cold, then you lose the fight but you’re not sure if you should count the “fighting” days or not.
I’m going to take a nap.
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