In the middle of the night, my lungs and throat gave one last yelp before succumbing to this nasty illness. I was supposed to go watch my sister's four kids today so she could attend a funeral, but I sort of just want someone to take care of me. I ran out of soup yesterday. I'm also out of cold medicine. I also ate the last of my frosting in the middle of the night. It's chaos. I might have to cease my salute to Gollum long enough to go to the grocery store.
Ugh. We hates colds, my precious. We hates bronchial infections and sore throats. We misses our frosting and chicken noodle soup.
Tomorrow is a holiday for my kids. I get to spend all day with them. They're like most wild animals and can sense weakness. I swear they were five times as loud as normal yesterday. I will definitely need more frosting to cope with the stress.
Or... I could call on the goblin king to come take them away for the day. Does the goblin king take away kids for just a day? Sort of a child care sort of option? Maybe the carnies? Fairies swap out with their own children, so that's no good. I don't want to deal with an ill-tempered fairy child while I'm sick.
I'll have to think on it. (And by "think" I mean "stare off into space and cough and moan.")