So, I used to be a little cocky about my super-stellar immune system. Which is a weird and annoying thing to boast about – I’m aware of it. Please just choose to find it endearing.
Anyway, I used to think I was essentially invincible to superfluous illnesses such as the common cold. I actually used to tease my husband when he would get panicky, after missing a few nights’ sleep, feeling like he would “get sick”. Ha! Getting sick was for mere mortals. (Are you wondering how someone can be married to me? Me too.)
Nope. I was just dumb. He was right. This fall (for lack of a better word to describe the beginning of the school year that has mostly seen weather in the 90s) I have chugged Emergen-C and TherFlu, Lysoled and hand-sanitized every surface within eyesight, and I have still managed to get sick three times. That is more than I normally get sick in a 1-2 year span.
|No, this is not a urine sample. It is TheraFlu in a Mason Jar. Turns out, Sleep > TheraFlu.|
That’s essentially been our week. Mmm, and this baby in his winter hat. (And so he’s still a Halloween monster, so what? Soon he’ll be too big to ever wear this ensemble again… sniff.)