Over the past few days, I’ve been suffering a cold. My throat was raw, I’ve been coughing, and my nose was congested like the Long Island Expressway during rush hour.

Sunday night, I pick my boy up - a little earlier than usual - so I can sleep in and avoid the morning drive. Yes, it sounds selfish, but we get more time together and I get to recoup.

Of course, that’s not how it’s going to work out. And why would it?

In calling Mommy, she reveals that the Lil’ Moo is also sick, suffering whatever it is I am. So what probably happened is that we both caught whatever bug we have at the same time, and got hit after I dropped him off last week.

That’s right, we’re both under the weather. So I think we’ll both sleep in late, grab some waffles, and maybe just play cars or something light on the functions. He needs his nose back, because right now it sounds like he’s breathing through an orchestra of chainsaws.

And me? My whole upper body is sore from coughing and sneezing, it’s ridiculous. I remember the first time I sneezed and I cracked my spine - that felt so awesome. But the past couple of days, being sick, feeling that is… well… it’s worn out its welcome, so I’d like it to stop.

When does this ride stop? I have to go to the bathroom, thanks.