And so it begins

So I am taking part in NaBloPoMo.

Bless you? No, I didn't sneeze. It's National Blog Posting Month. For 30 straight days, yes EVEN WEEKENDS, I will be posting blog entries.

I figured this was a great kick in the ass for me, since I have been a wee bit lazy about my blog as of late. Have you a blog you are lazy about? Well jump on the train and do it with me (HINT HINT Sarah!!!).

But there's more! If you don't have a blog, you can still participate by leaving a comment on a blog each and every day this month. And really, what better blog to leave a comment on than this one?

With the general announcements out of the way, let me tell you that I almost didn't make it to post Day 1. That would be because I almost died during a coughing fit this morning.

You see, Jack and I both have colds. Again. Actually, I shouldn't really say "again" for me, because I never officially kicked the cough from my initial illness THAT STARTED OVER A MONTH AGO NOW.

So Mr. Sickie with his constantly-dripping snot and pathetic, heart-wrenching little cough and I are under the weather. This morning Josh let me sleep in a little and got up with the child.

I felt somewhat better after a solid night's sleep. Until late morning, when I began to cough. And cough, and cough and cough some more. I staggered to the bathroom and coughed in there. Gulping some water, I still couldn't get it under control.

After a brief respite (and by brief, I mean about 2 minutes) I went downstairs to investigate my sickly son, who was playing with Grandma. I noticed his nose was snotty, so out came the nasal aspirator, aka Snot Sucker.

He must have really needed it, because he actually sat still for a decent amount of time. But then, of course, he started bucking and squirming and generally acting as if he were at Guantanamo rather than our living room.

As he is making things difficult, I start to cough again. I think I might have lost consciousness during this one. That or I was being dramatic. Hard to tell.

Eventually I went for the cough drops -- conveniently still on the counter from the last time I got sick -- and that seemed to calm things down. But if I go missing in the next day or so, I succumbed to the cough. I just hope if I pass out on the floor that the cats don't eat me or anything.