This may sound strange, but I used to like getting a little sick from time to time. Not so bad that I landed in the hospital, mind you, but bad enough that I could stay home, curl up on the couch with a mug of chicken soup, and watch the sort of movies that I’ve seen a hundred times already and don’t have to think about too hard.
Those were the days…
Last week I was sick for the first time since I had my son. (He also had his first, and very mild, cold.) I had a cold, sore throat, headache, and cough. All the right symptoms for a cozy day on the… floor … playing peek-a-boo with my son … in between sneezes.
Oh well. At least I still got chicken souop. :=)