What’s Better Than a Plain Old Monday?” A Monday with a Head Cold!

Winsor_McCay_-_Little_Sammy_Sneeze_(1905)_book_coverWhen I woke up I sneezed twice, so I immediately knew I was coming down with a cold.

If I had sneezed three times, it would have just been a regular sneeze, because I always sneeze in threes when I’m healthy. Four sneezes would be an allergy. Two is a cold.

Yes, this is what I spend my time thinking about. Sad, isn’t it.

Even if I hadn’t been this self-aware, I think I might have seen this one coming simply by virtue of the fact that my kids had been sick. Every parent knows that children + cold = sick parent. It’s one of those laws of nature. If my kids are sneezing and I am in the path of those germs when the sneezes are snezzed, I will get them. I guess then it is actually the laws of physics. But the end result is the same. I get a facefull of sneeze and then I get sick.

The best case scenario is that I don’t actually get sick until my kids are better, because god knows, there is nothing worse than taking care of a sick kid when you yourself are sick. Well, actually, there is something worse: Taking care of two sick kids. And if by some stroke of total cosmic misfortune your husband also gets sick and you have to take care of him too, that is really the worst case scenario and is grounds for an immediate spa day.

The good news was, everyone else in the house was healthy again. But back at snot central, my sneezes had worked their way up into my head and by 2pm, I had a full-blown cold.

“I think I’mb sick,” I said to my husband over the phone.

“You think, what?” he asked.

“I gob a code,” I tried again.

“You gob a code?” He repeated. “Honey, I don’t know what you are trying to tell me but I’m not in the mood for any guessing games. I’m not feeling well and I think I may be coming down with a cold.”

I sighed and hung up. I got the funny feeling there was definitely a spa day in my future.

I was still looking for some sympathy at 3pm when my daughter got home from school.

“You gob be sick,” I said to her accusingly.

“I what what sick?” my daughter asked in confusion.

“You GOB BE sick,” I said emphatically.

“What’s a gob?” she asked. I shook my head. It was so stuffed my eyeballs hurt.

“Gob. GOB!!” I said. She looked at me blankly. It was no use. I either needed a Cold translator or I’d have to wait five to seven days to make my point.  I was so frustrated. I wanted sympathy. I wanted understanding. I wanted someone else to blame for my misery.

I decided to try a different tact.

“I hab a Code.” I said

“A code for what?” asked my daughter.

“A Code. A CODE,” I said loudly. “Ib by Doze!”

“Mom, you are not making any sense,” said my daughter. “Are you sick?”

“Yes. YES!” I yelled, “I’mb sick! I’mb sick.”

“Oh,” she replied. “So what’s for dinner?”


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5 responses to “What’s Better Than a Plain Old Monday?” A Monday with a Head Cold!

  1. I’m with you on this children + cold = sick parent since I’m sick right now and my kid “gob” me sick. When I told him that he was the source of my cold he told me that it was my fault because I went near him when I knew that he was sick! If only I knew that I could flee when my child was sick I would have. My home remedy for a bad cold is lots of tea and binge watching Orange is the New Black. Feel better!

  2. I told someone today that I’ll get even when with my kids when I’m old and decrepit and they’ll have to change my bedpans.

  3. Harvey Baron

    Sooo sorry you have a cobe. Please get rid ub it by next Monday. Lub U, XO dad

    Sent from my iPad

  4. So funny! How can you be funny when you’re sick? Healthy enough for the spa day yet? Get well fast, Tracy. sd