The first morning I had to peel her little snot covered face off my pajamas when I woke up I knew we were going to be headed downhill quickly. Three days in, life is a blur of snot, red medicine dropper stains, and making arrangements to have someone watch a sick kid scream and cry while I was at a job interview only to find out she neither screamed or cried while I was gone.
Day four ends with my throat scratchy, my head dizzy and yet another full day of activities that can not be rescheduled tomorrow.
Luckily... people rarely die from the cold...
So I'll probably make it.
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