Not dead yet

Another week, another cold. This one I blamed on the children of course. It had a weird fever where it was like I was soaked from a swim. Kids are gross. Infectious too.

One of the disadvantages of being a mouth breather and having an awesome commute to work / daycare is that, perhaps, when the kids are insisting on blowing raspberries, or sneezing, or, well, anything other gross thing that they can think about, I'm a bit too close to the germ cloud they produce. Yum.

But I'm not dead. Not yet. Despite their best efforts.

This is how we roll.