it is not just a cold.
It is a COLD.
An Eight-Months Pregnant, Can't Sleep Anyway, But Now Can Sleep Even Less For Lack Of Breathing COLD. It is an I Already Look Hideously Puffy So Why Don't We Add Some Red Eyes and Drippy Nostrils Just For Kicks COLD. It is a Do I Hold My Belly To Prevent Early Contractions Each Time I Cough or Cover My Mouth to Prevent Germy Spray COLD. It is a Find a Place to Sit Down and Sneeze So I Don't Lose Control of My Bladder COLD.
Perhaps most irritatingly, it is a HOW CAN I HAVE A COLD WHEN IT'S A HUNDRED AND ONE DEGREES OUTSIDE COLD.
(And now the word 'cold' is starting to look all wrong and misspelled. To you, too?)
Anyway, I'm going to finish my hot tea and take a nap while the girls are in school. And more importantly, I'm going to throw away the pile of kleenex that's accumulated while I've been sitting here typing.
|Of course I took a picture of used Kleenex...blame it on the COLD.|