When you have toddler whose favourite games include giving huge, sloppy baby kisses and spraying more spit than humanly possible while saying “pbthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhwwwaa!”, then it is only inevitable, really, that one is going to get sick.
Really fucking sick.
Today was spent in bed. With lots of water and little eating. And some Advil. I’ve now been up for a couple of hours straight. That seems like enough for one day.