Okay, so I've only been sick for two days, but I'm sick of being sick and I'm ready to be well again, ready to be able to breathe again. Last night I slept for almost twelve hours and only drug myself out of bed because I had to go to the bathroom. With that mission accomplished, all I wanted to do was go back to bed and sleep some more.
My cold is all G's fault because he was sick last week. Instead of being selfish like he normally is (not true, but I'm sick and I'm not thinking rationally) he decided to be generous and share his germs with me. Ugh.
This evening I found out that K's boyfriend is now sick with a cold. K said I gave it to him. Why do my kids think that every bad thing that happens is always my fault???
I hope I get over my cold quickly -- G is still recovering, but he is much, much better than he was a week ago. I also hope KC gets well soon and, most importantly, doesn't share his cold with K. : /
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