Not even eighteen hours into the new year and I’ve discovered something that makes me decidedly not happy: I have a new cold to start the new year.
I woke up this morning with a sore throat, a runny nose and a nasty cough. My four year old has been battling a cold since the week before Christmas, and I thought I might have missed it through a combination of sleep, zinc and good nutrition, but I learned the horrible truth this morning: there is no escaping a virus that infects a child when that child insists on lounging all over you during the night.
I guess I’m in for a few nights of NyQuil. A decidedly un-happy beginning to the new year for me.