I was just looking through my past posts and realized that the last time I was sick was July 21st. I'm pretty sure Zac was sick as well. That means instead of getting my period once a month, I get a head cold. If I had to choose between blood coming out my genitals or my entire sinus cavities filling up with mucus, I would choose the blood. At least then I feel justified in being bitchy to complete strangers. When I'm sick, I can't even muster up enough energy to complain about the lack of hot water in my apartment this morning.
Even though my little booger got me sick on Monday, I feel sorry for him when he starts sneezing long, green snot trails. If this morning's sneezes were any indication, we are in for a long weekend of napping and snot sucking. At least I know what is happening to me when I'm sick. Zac always looks so startled after he sneezes, like he's saying: "What the hell was that? What is the stuff running down my nose? Does it taste good? Let's see. Ohhhhh....not so good. I wonder if I could rub it all over my face and into my hair. I'll try it and let you know."
This must be the true meaning of parenthood - complete, selfless abandon. You care more about the one that got you sick more than you care about drinking tea and trying to sweat out a fever. Although some tea would be nice right about now. Maybe I'll go and get myself a cup.