There's an unspoken rule that everyone in the world must come visit the day after you are no longer contagious. Having pneumonia is merely an excuse and an unacceptable one for having a slovenly house.
It's okay. I'm used to massive sleep deprivation, waking up coughing and hacking all night adds a flare of cherries to the current condition.
Also, I could care less about the dishes. And the laundry. And the toys.
Happy funds aside, my kids are eating popsicles today. Popsicles, juice, tylenol, amoxicillin, and if you knock on my door and wake any of us during naptime, you had better be holding a box of dark chocolate raspberry cremes from See's or a Terry Pratchet book.
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