Best Laid Plans

I should be writing this post from Los Angeles. We should be getting ready to go to Disneyland tomorrow.

But on Tuesday afternoon Edie's daycare called to say that she had taken a 2 hour nap and was now complaining of being cold. I picked her up early and within the hour, she had a fever of 104. She slept fitfully that night, burning up despite the Ibuprofen and Tylenol. I woke up the next morning with a dramatic cough. Edie's fever turned into a regular, old, nasty cold and my cough graduated into a night spent shivering and sweating in the bed. Long story short - we had to cancel our LA trip with less than 24 hours notice. At the time, I was too sick to really be legitimately disappointed. I don't normally get hit this hard with illness but this cold is NOT messing around. 4 days later and I'm still barely functioning and Edie woke up from her afternoon nap today with a raging ear infection. So. Yeah. Things are pretty fucking awesome at our house right now. Jeff's sleeping on the couch to try and avoid catching the plague, but I fear that soon enough I'll be tending to a sick husband and a still miserable kid.

I'm feeling jealous of people who can take a paid sick day at a regular office job. I'm feeling jealous of people who don't have children and can just lay in bed all day when they are sick. I'm feeling pissed that Edie only wants to watch shitty cartoon movies instead of the first season of Girls. I'm super cranked that I don't have a personal assistant to come clean my house. But mostly, I'm sad that we aren't in California.