Another new Quickutz layout. Maggie completely cracks me up. I swear the best thing about motherhood is when your children make you laugh.

The kids are both healthy. Good for them. I, however, am an incubus of viral plague. Nine days of caring for sick children, and this is how the universe rewards me. I am disgusting in every head cold run amok way possible. I am running a fever. And because all of this isn’t enough to deal with without the benefit of good drugs, something awful happened last night.

I was on my thirty-sixth trip back from the potty at about midnight, and as I was on my hands and knees crawling back into bed, I was overcome by a coughing fit. The coughing was severe enough to pull a muscle on the right side of my huge baby belly, and as I yelped in pain, I knew this was bad. Every cough, sneeze, wiggle, and attempt to move is now incredibly painful, and there is a lot of all those things going on. Now, I know we’ve all pulled muscles and understand how frustrating that can be, but try pulling one and having the little person inside you routinely kick it. To sum up, “YELP! OUCH! *&%#$#(&^! *cry*”

There was a bright side to this coughing fit and injury. The good news was that it happened when I was on my way back from the toilet with a very empty bladder. Had it happened on my way to the restroom, things would have been painful, embarrassing and messy. Silver lining, no? See, I can totally find things to be grateful for when I’m sick, disgusting and in pain. I didn’t wet my bed. So, really, things are good. Right?

Ow.