The hubby had a cold that started Halloween weekend. Pumpkin was sick that following week. Peanut got the cold and cough this week. And now? My throat hurts.
I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve been wiping up Peanut’s nose for the last three days and although I try to wash my hands after each time, I’m not sure what was rubbed on me Thursday night when he ended up in bed with us, insisting on snuggling with mama and coughing and sniffling all over my pillow. Bleh.
Today is that day of a cold where you feel it coming. The drip is in the back of your throat making it burn when you swallow. Your eyes feel tired. You know that there isn’t anything you can do to stop it.
And so today I am thankful for the good old Ricola throat soothers that ease the discomfort for a little bit. Tomorrow, I imagine I’ll be thankful for the soft tissue the hubby picked up from the store for me. Or cough medicine. Or both.
Although, as crappy as I’m starting to feel, I’m also thankful that Peanut still needs/wants mama snuggles to make him feel better. I suppose the cold is a small price to pay for my child’s comfort.
Or so I keep telling myself as I avoid swallowing.