Our efforts to keep the kids up an hour later last night in order to smoothly transition into the time-change were futile. Kade and Liv started stirring at 6 and the blessed extra hour of sleep I was promised quickly vanished. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, attempting to move my head took enormous effort and my chest was so full of sick that I rattled, hacked, and wheezed my way out of bed with the realization that the cold I thought was on it’s way out the door had instead decided my body makes a comfortable home…great. I check my blood sugar before heading downstairs…198…maybe I should just pretend I don’t hear the kids and sneak back into bed.

Kade greeted me at the bottom of the stairs with the proclamation that he too was sick, and as we both went in to get Liv (the giver of the germs in question), she stood smiling at us in her crib with a forehead smeared with dried snot that made her hair do the “There’s Something About Mary” signature style.

By the time Kyle woke up, we had already gone through a half a box of kleenex between the three of us, and he half-jokingly suggested wearing a surgical mask the rest of the day. I’ve never seen him so excited to go outside and do yardwork…maybe I should feign a cold every Sunday…