On Wednesday morning, I woke up with a teeny bit of soreness in my throat. Then Olivia hacked and coughed all the way through breakfast. And I knew. We've been doing so well...almost two full months without any of us getting a cold. Almost three full months since I have had a cold. We couldn't very well get through the cold and flu season unscathed. And so the cold has hit us again...right at Thanksgiving.
Actually, I prefer it this way. I woke up with such a miserable headache on Thursday that it was nice to know that I had four days of extra help and rest before needing to face babysitting duties alone. I can handle taking it easy around family...especially when the extra family members entertain Olivia and I don't have to do much. It's a lot harder to trudge through the day with a miserable headache and stuffy head while also being the sole person in charge of mediating toddler fights and dealing with the general state of loud that comes with active toddlers and a baby who is only happy if he is held.
So far, this cold is a mild one. Let's hope it stays that way.