Yeah, so, The Boy has a cold again.
Even when he is sick, The Boy remains in pretty good spirits. He handles having a cold much better than I do. I turn into the biggest whiner on the planet. I will step on you to get to a hot mug of Theraflu. I refuse to go to work when I have a sore throat, and if I do go to work, I bitch the entire time. And when I’m home, I still bitch the entire time. Seriously, I handled having breast cancer with more dignity and less whining.
The Boy isn’t a whiny bitch like his mother. Here’s a Vine of him laughing hysterically at me. I don’t know why he is laughing so hard. All I said was, “I’m going to eat healthier and exercise more.” What a jerk, right?
This cold bug is pretty brutal. It’s so brutal that the nanny caught it and had to call in sick today. It’s so brutal that mighty, mighty good man David got it, too. He never gets sick. I have not gotten it yet (knocks on wood, crosses fingers and toes), which is weird, because I catch all the flu bugs. To be fair, I did catch the cold bug last time, so maybe he was just his turn.
Since the nanny called in sick, and David is sick, too, I had to take the day off from work. I don’t love spending my vacation time wiping a runny nose, watching Elmo videos and begging a toddler to eat something, but I do love getting a little extra time with the little guy.
You know who loves it? Homer.
Homer gets to spend all day either snuggling with David in bed, or snuggling with Calvin on the couch. It’s Homer heaven.
Oh, by the way, there are super old episodes of “Sesame Street” (from the 1970s!) streaming on Netflix, and they are AMAZING. David and I were enjoying them way more than Calvin was. Remember these guys? I think I’m going to make them my new ringtone.