About 15 minutes.

That’s how long I have ’til Joe gets back from buying me the special water I whined and begged for. Don’t misunderstand, I’m not generally a whiner, but I’m fighting an awful cold/flu thing that is killing me. That may sound like me being melodramatic (and it probably is) but I feel absolutely … well, shitty. 🙁

We don’t have anything to drink except crappy orange pekoe tea, coffee, and milk in the house. And, of course, the water from the faucet, but I hate how the fort’s water tastes. I hate the tea b/c there’s no honey to sooth my achy and scratchy throat. I can’t drink the coffee b/c the decongestant/suppresant already has me wired. And milk is evil when you have congestion and drainage.

You’re loving the mental pictures here aren’t you?

I just want to climb into bed and moan and whimper until I feel better. 3 kids, however, prevent the ability to do that. Especially when 2 of them are ill, as well. 🙁 The baby, Pip, is just as congested and Ayanna is coughing like she’s decided her lungs are intruders and she wants to quickly expel them. Fun, right?

Ok, well, I guess I’ll get back to trying to make me some homemade chicken noodle soup. Yes, with chicken. Vegetarianism goes out the window when one is ill… comfort foods reign.

More when I don’t hate everything that moves.