.... but I didn't. I'm feeling sorry myself. It's August, it's been gorgeous and sunny and breezy, my husband just returned from a week-long trip, and I spent the entire weekend sniffling and coughing because my kiddos still haven't learned NOT to sneeze all over me. We talk about it, many times a day, "Friends, when we cough or sneeze, we cough or sneeze right into our arm... like this. We don't want to spread our yucky germs around the room. We don't want our friends to get sick do we?"
Useless. Phlegm, snot, and germy coughs fly around my room.
No matter how many surfaces I wipe down with Clorox anti-bacterial wipes (I buy them in bulk) or spray my hands with Clorox anti-bacterial spray (I love Clorox), the germs find me.
So here I am, in August, sounding as if its in the middle of winter. Hack, hack, sneeze, sneeze.
I'm off to make some hot tea.