cough. sniffle.

You would think that children’s cartoons would be more entertaining while trippin’ on DayQuil, but you know what? They aren’t.

Poor Jeremiah is teething and I have a sneaky suspicion that he might have the same cold that I have…or I am teething too. He has a big ol’ snotty nose.  Keep in mind, I’ve had three girls of my own, but I have never seen so much snot in my life.  It’s no longer clear and has moved on to cool colors.  He fights me every time I pull out the tissues. This child might have been Mr. Miyagi in a former life.  I’m pretty certain if I were to hand him a pair of chop sticks he could catch a fly.
If he doesn’t want his nose wiped. It does NOT get wiped.

Today I woke up around 5 am and took my DayQuil.  At 6:00 am Marina brought Jeremiah in my room and we sat and watched Sesame Street until 8:00 am.  By this point I am stone, cold trippin’ on my DayQuil buzz.  The Backyardagans came on and I was so excited because it wasn’t one I had seen before.  As the morning progresses, Jeremiah gets tired and takes a nap.  Since I have taken my dose of DayQuil and two cups of coffee, there is no way this girl is sleeping. I can’t breath anyway.
Now The Backyardagans are on again and I’m pissed because it’s one I’ve already seen.  Jeremiah woke up and now I’m tired.  With both of us being sick, you would think there would be an adult around to be able to take care of us, because when I am medicated I’m about as useless as a 4 year old.

I’m thinking after we drop Jessica off at school, (Yes, I am required to drive) that I’m going to go find an adult that will agree to watch us and make sure we don’t hurt anyone or ourselves.

I’m on DayQuil and the baby is on Tylenol. Which one of is more responsible to drive the 5 year old to school?