I am at work.
I am sick.
Beanie got me sick.
We took Beanie to Fairy Tale Town on Saturday. She had a runny nose on Sunday when I took her to the Folsom Zoo.
By Monday, we were pulling the most awesome green and white boogers out of her head.
By Tuesday, I had it too. But I'm "sick" and she's just "slowing down a little" with this funny grin as she blows boogies on you. She doesn't quit understand blowing her nose. She stands upright in the middle of the room hyperventilating through her nostrils until streams of snot start draining and bubbling. She appears to get quite a kick out of it. It's gross when you are sharing ice cream, though. My kid is on enthusiasm overdrive. She even chuckles in her sleep. Even when sick.
We're trying to figure out if she might have an ear infection starting, because she will tap her right ear, but then she grins and points and babbles and goofs around, and isn't cranky/crying/feverish. Until late at night when she's obviously sleepy/cranky/whiny, the normal overtired stuff.
But me? I'm sick. I seem to get REALLY sick when I get sick these days. Like, sorest of throats, most pluggled of ears, my head goes from feeling light and airy and puffy and stupid, and then if I turn my neck, it suddenly feels like a ton of bricks between my ears and all I want to do is splay out on a bed and be done with it.
I did lie down yesterday after work. I really, really only thought it was 10 minutes on top of the covers. But when the phone rang? It woke me up a whole hour later. So, I must've napped. I never really nap. But I'm sick. So I napped. My kid did not nap with me. She does not understand she is sick. She spent some time using my supine body as a jungle gym until her dad came in and pried her off.
He may be getting sick. We don't know. He rarely gets stomach ailments and he seems to have a stronger immune system when it comes to colds and flus and whatnot. But when he does get sick? He's miserable.
It would be horrible if he got sick! He's got a really fun thing planned on Sunday, and we are going to Apple Hill on Saturday. Man. PF, don't be sick. I'll be sick for both of us.
Apple Hill last year:
I am sick.
Beanie got me sick.
We took Beanie to Fairy Tale Town on Saturday. She had a runny nose on Sunday when I took her to the Folsom Zoo.
By Monday, we were pulling the most awesome green and white boogers out of her head.
By Tuesday, I had it too. But I'm "sick" and she's just "slowing down a little" with this funny grin as she blows boogies on you. She doesn't quit understand blowing her nose. She stands upright in the middle of the room hyperventilating through her nostrils until streams of snot start draining and bubbling. She appears to get quite a kick out of it. It's gross when you are sharing ice cream, though. My kid is on enthusiasm overdrive. She even chuckles in her sleep. Even when sick.
We're trying to figure out if she might have an ear infection starting, because she will tap her right ear, but then she grins and points and babbles and goofs around, and isn't cranky/crying/feverish. Until late at night when she's obviously sleepy/cranky/whiny, the normal overtired stuff.
But me? I'm sick. I seem to get REALLY sick when I get sick these days. Like, sorest of throats, most pluggled of ears, my head goes from feeling light and airy and puffy and stupid, and then if I turn my neck, it suddenly feels like a ton of bricks between my ears and all I want to do is splay out on a bed and be done with it.
I did lie down yesterday after work. I really, really only thought it was 10 minutes on top of the covers. But when the phone rang? It woke me up a whole hour later. So, I must've napped. I never really nap. But I'm sick. So I napped. My kid did not nap with me. She does not understand she is sick. She spent some time using my supine body as a jungle gym until her dad came in and pried her off.
He may be getting sick. We don't know. He rarely gets stomach ailments and he seems to have a stronger immune system when it comes to colds and flus and whatnot. But when he does get sick? He's miserable.
It would be horrible if he got sick! He's got a really fun thing planned on Sunday, and we are going to Apple Hill on Saturday. Man. PF, don't be sick. I'll be sick for both of us.
Apple Hill last year:
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