Pride Goeth Before...

...a cold.

Yeah. Just when I was all LOOK AT ME and I'M SO FIT, humble pie came in the form of runny noses, sore throats, and cravings for comfort food. Like Ramen. It's soup, right? Soup is sick food. It is. It is surely better than the can of Pillsbury Grand biscuits that I SO SO WANTED to bake and consume in its entirety today and did not. Small victories. (I may, however, do this on my "eat whatever you want" day.)

I will get back to cooking once Deuce allows me more than three hours of sleep in a night. Which would not be the case last night.

Deuce, it must be said, stopped being a great sleeper about the time he started eating solid food. This distresses me greatly, and I know not what to do about it.

At the moment, however, what I need to be doing is going to bed.