It's NOT Fair!

I'm still sick. Like hacking cough, spewing mucus sick. And the Man is sick (and whiny). Da Boo isn't feeling so hot and coughs a lot. Of course, the Boy is perfectly healthy. I took a nap Thursday while da Boo was at preschool and the Boy just played. I woke up to find my nightstand filled with his toys. Apparently, he kept himself well entertained within three feet of my unconscious form. Hey, nothing was flushed down the toilet or eaten.

So here's my complaint: why is it that Mommy is never allowed to be sick? I have to cater to the needs of everyone else while I am feeling like death warmed over. I am tucking little ones (and big, whiny ones) into bed while I'm trying not to cough up a lung. I answer to every call for comfort while I am desperately in need of some TLC myself. IT'S NOT FAIR! And then again, the irony of it all is that when I am sick, I really, really want my mommy.

**Currently, my Mommy is in Florida with my Air Force brother and his cute wife. Rumor has it that they are the proud parents of a little boy! I don't have all the details, as he was just born a few hours ago, but I'll update as soon as I know! Congrats to them!