down down down with flu, bodyache and related noseblocks.
firstborn pressed my feet (on his own volition).
firstborn fetched a blanket (after my prodding)
and I say: “firstborn. I couldn’t sleep all of last night because of my stuffy nose. My head is hurting. I’m going to try to take a short nap.. “
sleep finally comes…
i feel rested
5 minutes into shut-eye land,
and firstborn fetches the ganjira and sits on the top of the bed and sings “jingle bells” on top of his voice and claps the ganjira to the beat.