Do not come to our house.
The whole family’s sick, including my sister who offered to babysit for an hour yesterday while I went to a meeting.
Not cool germs, not cool.
Our house should probably be quarantined.
Even if it’s just to keep everyone from seeing what my kitchen has become.
It’s an all time low.
For this guy, too.
He’s been sick in bed with Captain Calamari for one too many days.
If there’s any good part in all of this, it’s the snuggling.
And the sleepy angel faces.
Everything else can bite it.
Sorry for the endless whine.
It’s that kind of day.
Anyone know how to cure baby colds?
We’re getting desperate.