It’s gotten to that point.
I have to be really sick to take cold medicine.
So last night my darling man brought home soup and orange soda and squirt and NYQUIL.
I have put myself under quarantine. I am not leaving the house. My darling Mr. Kaos volunteered to cancel band practice last night to take care of me. I only protested once before I saw the error of my insanity and said “yes” and “please” and “thank you so much”.
After arriving home with my chicken Pho and seeing me he immediately held his breath in my general area…. I am carrying the plague… I am sure of it. I must look awful because he offered to work from home to deal with the child today too.
Why am I up now? The NYQUIL wears off you know. The last time I took it was at 9 last night. I am torn between taking it now and sleeping through the day or suffering this hacking coughing nightmare…
And when I say “torn” I should say “waiting for my kid to go to school so I can render myself unconscious”