Mackenzie has a cold. (Confirmed by her pediatrician today. What can I say — baby coughs, and I want to take her in. This is my first time.)
Now I have a cold, and Chris feels run down. Yay.
Bah. There should be no such thing as a summer cold. Seriously.
But we’re still leaving for Atlanta tomorrow. Too much planning and resources have gone into this to reschedule. Even if it just means watching movies and the three of us snuggling in a giant hotel bed, WE. ARE. GOING. on our little trip.
Do you hear me, Universe?