What better way to follow up a couple of snow days than with a couple of sick days? Yay! And hooray! I can't stop compulsively rhyming, hey!
Ike's been home with some crappy viral fever thing for two days now, and to say that I am having a "hard time" getting anything accomplished would be very much of an understatement. I don't actually believe I've "accomplished" anything at all, unless you count the 27 half-finished email drafts I've piled up and the 10 minutes I just spent staring at the word "accomplished" while trying to remember if it was a real word. Because it stopped looking like a real word there, for a bit, I think because of the "plished" part. Plished. Plished.
(In case it was not obvious, Ike's cold includes a terrible cough that gets even more terrible at night, so neither of us are sleeping very well. On the bright side, he calls coughing "coffee" and if you ask him how he's feeling he says, "I have coffee in my nose." That hasn't gotten old yet, although everything else about this snotty-coffee-low-grade-feverish state certainly has.)
Anyway, I'm hoping he gets better soon for his sake, because awwww poor little plishy, and also because I kinda need my arm back.
(No, I cannot explain my not-so-secret love of sick-baby-face photos. So sad! So sweet! So glassy-eyed! So cuddly-looking since you don't have to actually deal with the mucus leaking out of their faceholes!)