I’ve been sick since Thursday, and have pretty much been homebound since then. Horrible sore throat, chills, and general achiness. The truth is, it’s not the end of the world, but I’m also a baby when I’m sick, which is probably a good thing for everyone that I don’t succumb too often.
Being stuck at home at half capacity with a baby means:
- I wash my hands more times than I care to count;
- I can’t write worth a crap; and
- I take entertainment any way I can get. Even at the expense of other household members.
The cat, however, is not amused. He’s probably thinking, oh no, not again…
Kid #2, Circa 2012
Even cats experience deja vu. Who knew?