Kids With Colds = No Fun

Her nose runs like molasses. Slow. Thick. Never ending. It doesn't help that her fingers poke and prod into those tiny little nostrils, stirring things up even more. Leaving remnants of sticky snots on her hands which eventually make it on your clothes, the couch, everything she touches. Our dogs mark their territory by peeing on bushes. Our daughter leaves her mark with dried lucid white streaks of nasal mucus.





Kids with colds suck. Its even more difficult trying to keep them occupied while you are stuck inside with them. Drawing on the magna-doodle only last so long. Finger paints are good for maybe 45 minutes if you are lucky. Playing dress up princess gets you another half an hour. Even watching movies barely placates Charlotte. She used to last for a hour in front of Nemo. Now its about 15 minutes. Then she begins to repeat over and over again, "Cinda Rella, Cinda Rella, Yes, Cinda Rella. No no Nemo. Cinda Rella. Cinda Rella" getting louder and louder until you finally give in and switch the movie.

Fifteen minutes of Cindarella then she begins again, this time with another movie, "Chukeek Web. Yes. Chukeek Web. No No Cinda Rella. Chukeek Web. Chukeek Web." So you put in Charlottes Web for her. Thus the never ending process of going from movie to movie begins. Just reinforcing the potential of her developing Attention Deficit Disorder. Poor kid.



She was feeling a little better so mom and dad decided to go ahead with the plans to hire the babysitter for the evening so they could attend the Christoper Rogers Christmas party. Carpooling of course with the Slosbergs we arrived like most parents who never get to go out child free. Not arriving fashionably late. But punctual. On time and of course about an hour before any of the non-child owning people got there. Gone are the days of showing up whenever. The meter is running when you have a $10 an hour babysitter.

We had a chance to mingle as the guests were arriving. Eating as much as we could. Dad drinking a few beers quickly knowing the clock was ticking. Just as the last guests arrived, we did a watch check and it was time to go. Already stretching it later than we told the babysitter. It was quick hugs and kisses and we were on the road heading home. The time. 8:30pm. We are so cool.

Since we got home so early, dad was able to wake up before 7am on Sunday, hangover free, just in time to watch the snow begin piling up for the second time in 3 days.