Family Under the Weather

Last weekend Bruce was sick. He is a big baby when he's sick, and he'll admit to that. By Wednesday Dawson had it. Today Dylan and I have the sniffles and the hallmark signs of that dreaded cold. I always wonder 3 things when colds hit our house...

1. How is it that kids are just so resilient? They might have runny, stuffy noses, fevers and coughing fits, but they can still run around the house at mach 2 with their hair on fire!

2. On the other hand, when Bruce is sick he believes he should be able to sit in his la-z-boy and watch tv and not be bothered, if you look at him the wrong way he complains that he's feeling so terrible and just wants to be able to sit in peace for a little while... what the heck? Seriously, if the kids don't  stop when they are sick do you really think they're going to stop just because you're sick?

3. Which leads me to this, when I am sick life goes on as usual. Moms don't get sick days. But how come whenever I am sick it seems as though the kids are even more wound up? Do they have a 6th sense that tells them Mom just isn't on top of her game today?  Let the good times roll! Oh and pass the kleenex please!