Like father like son...again

Daddy is sick, too, now.
Last time Little man was sick, he was sick, too.
It's a conspiracy, I tell you. Daddy has a cold, though, and felt his throat hurting him this morning. I called him out of work and told him to keep his behind in bed. Little Man didn't wanna stay home. Says a lot about my house huh? LOL!

Last night I went to Wally World to get some essentials (and vitamin C. I"M NOT GETTING SICK!) and by the time I got home, they were both sound asleep. It was seven o'clock. So now I had no one to cook dinner for, no one to bug me. So I started to wipe the house with Lysol (I AM NOT GETTING SICK!)
Daddy got up to drink some medicine and sat on the (other) couch (away from me I AM NOT GETTING SICK!) to watch some t.v with me. I fell asleep by nine.

Little Man slept through the night, so I couldn't give him any meds last night, so the fun antibiotic was started this morning. I put it in his milk, because it is not flavored and I stupidly forgot to ask the technician to flavor it...even though he should have thought to ask me when he saw the script was for a child. What child actually likes drinking meds?


I didn't really sleep since Daddy kept getting up to blow his nose. The little sleep I got was filled with bad dreams- why is it that when you're dead tired you get the worst dreams that exhaust you even more? (Edited to add- the dream I remember the most was when the girlfriend of a friend went into the bathroom while Daddy was taking a shower because she wanted to see his penis. She asked him if she could take a picture of it. I woke up wanting to kill her...)