Despite my best efforts to fight it, I’ve finally succumb to the cold germ that has infiltrated my humble abode.  Last week, my four year old was sick, no doubt she picked it up from another child in her preschool class.   All week I tended to her, praying that neither I nor anybody else in the house would get it.  No such luck.

Even as I sit here typing this post I’m listening to my 10 year old cough his head off from his room where he’s playing his PS2 and I’m stopping to blow my nose about every two minutes.  My son is one who hates to take medicine and will only do it on the threat of punishment.  I’ll be wielding that threat in about an hour when it’s time for bed.  I on the other hand can’t wait until the kiddos are tucked away under their covers so that I can make a date with Mr. NyQuil and get some much needed rest. 

It’s frustrating because I have things that need to be done, my house is a wreck (thanks to my now well little girl), there’s edits on stories I need to finish and probably a list as long as my arm of things I’ve forgotten to do, all because this cold has reduced me to a lump of sneezing flesh.  Wish me luck on getting rid of this by Saturday, that’s the day for the Christmas party for my husband’s work and if any of you have any remedies you might want to share for speeding up the process, please feel free!

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