Everyone in this house is sick.
The in-laws had colds when they visited for Christmas and it has swept through us like settlers bringing small pox to the natives.
Our world has been reduced to tissue and Sudafed runs to Walgreens. The wife fell asleep on the couch about six hours ago. She sat up an hour ago, looked right at my daughter and I and kept asking where my daughter’s mother was. Since’s she actually is my daughter’s mother, we’re concerned that the fever has taken her, but neither of us have the energy to help. We’ve had to leave her on Everest.
So, I’ve been laying here watching dog rescue videos on YouTube with my daughter. Occasionally, there is a cat rescue, but those are not as uplifting as the cats don’t seem to give a crap either way.
Somehow I also entered a bet with her that I can eat nothing but bowls of Cheerios for an entire week starting Tuesday. I don’t know what I win if I’m successful. Clearly a case of Sudafed muscles.