Note to self: When you feel like death, Do not take a ridiculous amount of cold medicine. Your children will use you as a trampoline while you’re laying on the floor. They will ride you like a horse, grabbing fists full of hair screaming, Yay! They will then proceed to throw blocks and books at you until you muster enough energy to lift your head up. At that point, Ben will give you a big, wet, snotty kiss. Please make a mental note of this.