Well, that pretty much says it all, doesn’t it?
Another week, another visit to plague central here at the House of Peevish. Where we are most sincerely peevish at being down with that most contemptuous of ailments, the Summer Cold.
Summer colds can suck it, man. It is NOBODY’S idea of a good time to be stuck indoors on a sunny day when there is playing outdoors to do, or swimming to be done, or friends to visit. Trust me, we’ve heard it all from That Girl. However, she’s feeling poorly enough that she’s lately been voluntarily just laying quietly on the sofa and watching movies.
It started with a bit of a cough on Saturday or so. Nothing much. Stinkerbelle was out playing with a new friend on Sunday, playing and swimming and having a grand time, and coughing a bit more, but mainly at bedtime. Then, Monday, we decided — as is our tradition on a long weekend in the summer — to go to a movie. And, as we watched Monsters University (which is really quite good, and a fun light entertainment flick for summertime), That Girl was up on her daddy’s lap, feeling lethargic. And she pretty much hasn’t stopped coughing since.
And my turn came Tuesday evening. And now BDH is coming down with it as well.
Mind you, the weather has been pretty sucktastic, alternating storms and ridiculous humidity, so it isn’t so bad being indoors. The thing is? Just because I am sick, does not mean there are not still Things To Do.
For example, my gardens and lawn are being overrun with weeds. And I have two packs of flowers that were meant to be in the gardens by now, but are still sitting forlornly on the porch. Our carpets and floors need a serious going over. Do not even ASK about the bathrooms. Just DON’T.
And I bailed on going into the office yesterday because I’d have to drag Stinkerbelle along with me because my child care has bailed on ME for the summer. And nobody would have enjoyed being anywhere near the two of us, miserable and coughing and miserable.
Plus, I have work to get done because a) it is year end for the company and two associations I do work for, and 2) we’re going on holiday in a couple of weeks so it absolutely HAS TO get done before then.
And yet? Here I sit, tired and willing myself not to cough. Because coughing leads to more coughing and that leads, for an asthmatic, to a trip to the outpatient clinic. And I don’t want to do that.
Stinkerbelle has been a trooper, considering there’s not much you can offer to relieve a cough and cold in a five year old. There’s… nothing. I mean, there are a FEW things, but none of them really DO much. She’s stuck inside, by herself watching TV while I try to squeeze in an hour or two of work if I can. And she’s even managed to muster the enthusiasm for a bit of school work each day, although this afternoon she’s likely going to take a pass.
I’m okay with that. I’d kind of rather pass on it too. My head hurts and my throat and chest hurt, and I’d rather be parked in a comfy chair knitting dishcloths, honestly.
So it looks like it will be up to the BigDamnHero to hunt and gather some fast food or another for supper tonight. Again. Our eating habits have not been great since this started. And yoga? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No.
Ah well. Could be worse. Could be flu or some gastro bug. Colds run a pretty predictable course, all things considered. We just have to wait it out.
BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN I HAVE TO LIKE IT. Oh no.
Summer colds? YOU ARE MY SWORN ENEMY.