just a little reminder that I'm still alive, and I've finally succumbed to the first chest cold of the year. I figure it's inevitable with young children, but it still sucks. I'm not helping by staying up late and getting up almost early (aka early enough to get us out the door and to school on time, but not early enough to get much else accomplished).
The worst part is there isn't much that can be done. I'm not really coughing much, but there's that tightness in the chest and the nasty taste that comes up when you do cough.
Finally, there's the semi-friendly but mostly complaining reminder that some of my co-workers (mostly my dept mgr) who would really rather I be at home and not coughing anywhere in his vicinity. Like I wouldn't rather be home in bed! But by the time I've dropped off the kids and figured how to pick them all up again and factored in the dogs and whether or not M will be at home, I'm really better of staying at work and drinking enough tea that I'm constantly running down the hall to the bathroom.