Noah is sick.
But our similarities end there.
Noah is spending his sick days jumping off the furniture, running in circles and demanding a new DVD or food item every 2 to 4 minutes. He is clearly too sick for school and yet too well for home.
I am spending my days finding new ways to curse the common cold, slathering myself in Vick's Vapor-Rub and laying on the couch like a giant slug with an over-abundance of slimy goo. I am too sick to be taking care of another human being and yet too well to be admitted to the funny farm for some much needed rest and relaxation.
This afternoon they are calling for snow.
That means that most likely schools will be closed tomorrow and I will still be sick and taking care of two boys.
I quit.
