Honey very rarely gets sick. When he does get sick, he is able to go to sleep and stay there for 24 hours. At the end of 24 hours or so he usually feels much better. Sometimes he still has a bit of a cough, but for the most part he feels ok. He is also a HUGE baby when he is sick.

If Kiddo or I get sick his 1st and only line when he finds out is “Don’t give it to me!” (not “I’m sorry to hear that.” or “Is there anything I can do to help?”). So when I found out Honey was feeling icky…I said that to him. Half joking around, and then I took care of him.

Xmas eve after dinner I was feeling crappy. But it wasn’t anything as bad as Honey’s cold. So I thought I had a milder version of the cold. Fast forward to Xmas day around noon, Kiddo isn’t doing very well. She has a red rudolph little nose and is coughing and just very restless. We are at Honey’s families xmas get together, and I have her go and lay down. We get home and she goes right to bed. Honey has the potamus over to play video games (potamous is a friend’s nickname) and I am feeling gradually worse and worse.

By the time I woke up the next morning, I can hardly breathe, it hurts very bad to swallow, and I hurt everywhere. Damn you Honey! Not only do I have to take care of myself while feeling sick, I have to care for a sick Kiddo!!! Luckily she actually wants to spend her day in bed. So that hasn’t been so bad, but I think I was hit by a truck sometime in the last 24 hours…did anyone get the license number?!?

I haven’t had a bad cold in almost 6 years…maybe I will get over it fast like Honey did. I can hope.