So guess which family now has a cold on the heels of the worst pukey sick in history? I’ll give you a hint: our last name is “Genius.” Yeah. That’s us. Sick, sick, sick. As I was still recovering from the ick on New Year’s Eve, I noticed BG had a cough. We were all so wiped out, J and I fell asleep well before midnight. And then the next morning, she woke up with a nasty cold. I’ve been fighting it, so I’ve got the Zi.cam version, which is still a cold but a little one. I can’t fucking believe this.
We are due to start up with BG’s second session of Music Together this weekend, but we’re seriously contemplating taking a few months off. The class is wonderful, but we just want a couple of months to have a fighting chance to be healthy, and going to that class seems to get our son sick on a near-weekly basis. It’s a sad thought because he loves his music class so much (and so do we), but being sick every other week can’t be good for him, and it’s not good for any of us when his moms catch what he has and can barely muster the strength to take care of him.
Once we’re well, we’re officially taking every step we can to be as healthy as we possibly can. Time to kick those immune systems into shape. But for now, it’s back to my tea and blanket.