Share the Wealth

My darling baby Marin has come down with a cold.  And as anyone who's ever even glanced in the direction of three year-old knows, colds are messy, nasty, disgusting things when possessed by a three-year old.

First there is the snot.  Oh yes... SNOT.  Thankfully she still has the clear snot, not the lime-green, mucusy nastiness that comes later in the progression of the cold. (I know, I know, I have stooped so slow, I'm now discussing the colour of my child's snot.  Be grateful I'm not going into the texture or consistency of it!! EWWWWWW!!!)

Anyhow.....

With plentiful amounts of snot comes copious sniffling.

Sniff.  (the quick sniff).  Sniiiiiiiiiiiffffffff.  (the long drawn-out sniff).  Sniiififf...psuewlingsl-sniiiiiiiffffff (the long drawn-out sniff interrupted by the arm swipe across the face which then smears the snot over the entirety of said face).  SNOOOOOORRRRRTTTTT (the monster of all sniffs, in an attempt to suck the snot back into the nose and down the throat).

Oh yes - it's a beautiful thing this cold.

So aside from loosing my mind over all the sniffling (while still trying to be patient and understanding: "Marin, would you like a tissue?!?"  I helpfully ask.  "No Mummy - I OK!!!"  is her goobery response.), there is also......

the coughing.

Oh. My.  Word.  If there's anything worse then sniffling, it's the constant, chronic, never-freakin'-ending coughing. 

Which is always followed by: "Marin, catch your cough." 

"MARIN, catch your cough!!!" 

"MARIN!!!!! COVER YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU COUGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Sigh.

So yesterday we were at the library, and Marin informs me that she has to pee.  (humour me while I go on a bit of a tangent here)  Marin ALWAYS has to pee when we are out.  It's like she has a burning desire to christen every toilet on the planet!

Anyways, I take her to the bathroom and am holding her on the toilet.   My face is a couple of inches from her, and she's babbling away about world peace, advanced astro-physics, or something along those lines.  To put it simply, she was just too darn cute for words.  So I gave her a kiss on the forehead. 

Her eyes lit up and she puckered her lips so I could kiss her on the lips. 

I leaned in, and it was at that precise moment that she coughed, and coughed, and coughed.  Right in my face.  My eyes. My nose. My mouth. 

No catching the cough, just saliva and germs flying willy-nilly straight into my face. 

If I could have, I would have washed my face in Lysol, and followed that up with a quick mouthwash of bleach.  Unfortunately, library bathrooms don't come equipped with such luxuries, so I was stuck trying to rinse my face and mouth in the sink.

I woke up this morning my head pounding, my throat parched, and my nose running.   Thanks Marin.  Thanks for sharing!