The kids are not as sick as they were earlier. They're pretty content and quiet right now.
So I should write, right?
Except I'm sleep deprived, coming down with the same cold, and smell like vomit. So instead of writing, I'm waiting for my husband to return with my sudafed. Then I'm going to shower, and sleep.
And probably have nightmares, since sudafed always gives me FREAKY SURREAL dreams. (I hate surreal dreams. I prefer boring, run of the mill dreams. I want to save surreal for my fiction, thank you very much!)