Today I wanted to call in sick. It was one of those days that pre-kids, I definitely would have put my best scratchy-froggy voice on early in the morning and left my boss a voicemail saying, "I can barely swallow, I have 103 fever and just don't think it would be smart of me to come into the office today. I wouldn't want you to catch what I have, cough, cough." I would have put the phone down, rolled over, pulled the covers up to my nose and gone back.to.sleep. Oh, how I miss those days. Instead, at 1:00 this morning I couldn't stifle my coughs anymore and being the kind, sweet, wife I am, I took my coughing self downstairs to the family room and curled up on the cold couch with a small throw blanket and managed a couple hours of rest (oh woe is me). Until of course, the pitter patter of tiny Hannah feet, found their way downstairs to me at 6:12. "Mommy, daddy said you're sick. Do you have laryngitis like the Ferocious Beast in Maggie and the Ferocious Beast? You know, the 'Louder Louder' one when the beast can't talk and only can move his mouth but no words come out? You know, that one? I hope that's not what you have. I won't understand you and I don't know sign language, besides 'I love you' in sign language which is this (does the I love you signs) so you can't even just sign the words because I wouldn't know what you were saying anyway so I hope that's not what you have, do you think that's what you have?" I whispered to her that I didn't think I had laryngitis but I didn't feel well and didn't get much sleep so she needed to just sit quietly and watch TV while I rested. Luckily she couldn't have been happier to snuggle in with me on the couch at that dark hour and watch TV. What a treat.