The Leen

It appears that Elanor has a cold again. She’s asleep next to me right now and is sniffly and snorty and keeps waking herself up with her tossing and turning because she can’t breathe through her nose. Poor baby!

This is the second cold she’s had in the past, oh, three weeks. Ugh. And now my throat is sore, too, which is usually the first sign I am getting something. Double ugh! I don’t have time to be sick again! I have a ton of work to do this week.

Plus, I don’t think we have any Zicam in the house. I usually take it when I am getting a cold and, if I take it in the first few hours of feeling icky, it helps a lot, but I think we are out because I used it all when Elanor had a cold a few weeks ago and since it costs about a jillion dollars a box, I didn’t buy any more.

And, of course, Brett is out of town for work almost all week. He’ll be home Tuesday night and Wednesday night, but then he leaves again Thursday for Amsterdam for five days. (Lucky.) Thankfully, his mom came up to stay with me while he’s gone and to help me with Elanor, which is great, but I still miss him and wish he were here.

I guess I’m feeling a post-vacation letdown tonight. We had such a wonderful trip to the Oregon Coast this weekend. I enjoyed spending time with Brett, walking on the prom, riding bikes all over town, getting to sleep in (yay!!!!!) and watching Forensic Files and drinking wine in front of the fireplace after Elanor went to bed.

But now I’m home, and Brett’s out of town (today he’s in Wasilla, Alaska — yes, where Sarah Palin is from), and Elanor’s sick, and I feel like I’m getting a cold, too.

*pout*

Okay, really, I just need to get over it. We had a great time at the beach, Brett’s mom is here with me so I’m not alone with a baby for, like, 10 days, I’ll get to spend two nights with Brett this week and then he’ll be home and around for the whole long Thanksgiving weekend. Those are all good things, indeed.

So, on the count of three, I’m over it.

1, 2, 3…over it.

(My friend Becca and I used to say that to each other, that on the count of three, we’d be over something. It became abbreviated to 123 in emails and in Gmail chat. I sort of forgot that we used to say that to each other until the other day when she reminded me of it. Now I just say, “I’m over it” way more than I probably should.)

So, tell me, since I don’t seem to have any Zicam, do you have a cold fighting remedy other than taking lots of cold medicines and sleeping for a few days? Because as much as I’d love to do that, it doesn’t look like it’s going to be an option for me.