I’m still alive, in case you were wondering. The man cold hasn’t killed me yet. Boy8 and Boy11 have been making me toast and caressing my brow and saying, “Poor little bunny,” throughout the day.
Boy8 asked me what I used to do when I got sick and they were babies. Thinking back I remember having woman colds back then. I’d manage to tend to them while being sick at the same time. I told him, “Well, one always takes care of the babies, so I would take care of you no matter how bad I felt.”
Thank goodness those days are over! Man colds are way better than woman colds. Bring on more toast and poor little bunny carresses! Of course, when I’m done suffering through my man cold I’ll add a home ec class to homeschool so I can teach the kids how to cook my favorite meals for the next time I’m stricken with a man cold. A woman cannot live on toast alone. A little Tuna Helper is welcome from time to time.