On Thursday night, Sophie started to get sick.  She cried for hours and I hoped that it would only turn out to be a cold because we planned to go to Wisconsin for a friend's wedding.  She seemed to feel a little better by morning, and we went to Wisconsin as planned.  By Saturday night, I knew that I was going to get sick too.  I don't get sick very often so on Sunday morning I told Marty that it was my turn to get sick and that he was going to have to stay well.  That lasted for about 2 hours. 

By Monday morning, I was so glad when our nanny arrived because that meant that I could finally be sick.  It seems as though when you become a mother, you lose your right to be sick.  Sick in peace anyway.  Marty and I set up shop in our bedroom - laptops on each nightstand, eight episodes of 24 piled up on the DVD player, and fat stack of DayQuil.  And no responsibilities until 5:00 PM.

After a good day of rest and a full night's sleep (either the kids didn't wake up or that dose of NyQuil I took before bedtime kept me so knocked out I didn't hear them wake up), I feel much better today.  Not totally well, but at least I don't feel like crying each time someone tries to pull my sweatpants down while I'm blowing my nose.