I'm sick

I hate being sick.  Especially with something like a stupid, little cold.  If I have to be sick, it might as well be a bad, can't-get-out-of-bed, kind of sick, rather than this I-wish-I-could-nap-all-the-time sick where hubby still thinks me capable of functioning and assisting with the household. *blech*

And while I'm at it, how is it even fair that my kids are the ones who went back to school and I'm the one who got the germs?  Not that I wish it was them instead of me, but... it's just not fair.  That's all I'm saying.

The only way this annoying cold could be worse was if I was a dude.  See proof below.  Hope your Monday is going better for you than my weekend went for me.