Fraser has a cold. Or the flu. And conjunctivitis. And he generally feels craptastic.

While I am utterly sympathetic, and wish he was better, and am even taking the kids to before-school care tomorrow on my DAY OFF?

He has to STAY AWAY FROM ME. Because omg, I do not want to get sick now.

I am even going to bed early to keep myself healthy. This is the first time in years (um, since Otto was little?) that we have all been in bed before 11pm.