Colds can be fatal, right?

I have spent most of the day moping around the house as if I believe having a cold is the end of the world, rather than just the death notice for a box of Kleenex. Faith has the same cold and it makes me feel better that it's making her cranky too. I wouldn't want her to be tougher than me, even if she is better at hydrating.

I'm a better dresser too. That's why Mommy only uses pictures of me.

I gave some consideration to laying in a fetal position instead of running, but then I slapped myself into stopping being such a man about getting a cold. I did decide to only run 6 miles as a compromise. If I'm going to cut miles, I'm going to do it on the stroller run portion (sorry dog) because that is much harder than the treadmill.  Faith likes the change of scenery when we do the 2 mile circuit through my hilly neighborhood, so it works out for everyone. Even after I did the 2 miles outside, I still strongly considered napping instead of running more, but some ice cold Coke helped sway me toward not being a wuss. I swear that is the key to getting me to do anything I don't want to do. Dishes overflowing? Offer me a Coke. Trash needs to be taken out? Again, Coke. I have a problem.

Wait...Coke was an option? Why am I drinking stupid water??

This afternoon was stormy, so instead of being stuck inside with the crazy kid, I took her to Payless, which is like her Chuckie Cheese. She is going through a strong shoe phase (maybe a phase?) and she loves to get shoes out of the boxes and then sit down and hold her foot out for me to put the shoe on for her. I was looking for a pair of toddler flip flops (you know, the kind that has the elastic on the back so it doesn't fall off), but they didn't have any. I asked the sales girl, but she suggested that I try Target or Old Navy. Ah, the retail savvy of a 16 year old.

Luckily Faith didn't care about not leaving with a new pair of shoes, especially since we just went next door to the grocery store to restock on berries. I really wish I could slip her frozen berries instead, but she's not that gullible. I figure since she was nice enough to outgrow her milk allergy and drink normal milk, I can be a sport and spring for all the berries she wants to eat.

I'm going to poop these out in almost the same form

I'm hoping both Faith and I wake up tomorrow morning feeling all better (and my husband too, but he was the one who brought this home and I'm not sure he's suffered enough). If pepporoni pizza is the cure, I'm going to wake up feeling like a million bucks.


If you have a cold, do you nap like a sane person or workout like a stubborn person?