February started just as pleasantly as January. I'm being punished for skipping the flu shot.
Today I woke up feeling better but exhausted. The cough that has moved in is keeping me up all night so during the day all I want to do is sleep.
Sleeping causes other problems. I wake up to a puddle of wetness on my pillow and my sleeve with my hair plastered to the side of my face. Even in sleep I'm aware of the torturous sore throat I have. The drooling is completely involuntary.
It's Monday. So imagine my excitement of sending the kids off to school. First I drag Amaya out of bed by her ankles.
"Get up!" I yell. "You're going to be late." This is due to me hitting the snooze button repeatedly.
I go into Rio's room. I try to shake him conscious. He's burning up.
"Mom, my throat hurts," he complains.
I grab a flashlight to inspect his tonsils. After all I am a throat expert.
"Uh-oh..." I say. "Looks like you're staying home."
Then I remember. What about my sleep? I'm devastated.
"You know if you stay home today, you're staying in bed?"
"No video games, TV, or playing outside."
He was fine with that. So we slept all day.
The only thing worse than waking up on my own saturated pillowcase, is rolling over into his.