Today is the first day I have not had a cough in three weeks, maybe four. Being medium sick is such a drag, especially when you are a Mom. It was a head cold I got hit with on a Friday that ran the most of February. By week two, it settled into my lungs as a persistent, rangy cough. 

There’s no true sick days as a parent. It’s down a shot of DayQuil, get the kids to school, walk the dog, start a load of laundry, pass out, wake up, make dinner, fold laundry, down a shot of NyQuil and go to bed. I tried to work from home a few days, but sounding like a lifelong smoker trying to sell life insurance wasn’t convincing and I made zero sales. 

At week two and a half, I drove myself to the clinic where the doctor prescribed something for the cough. Apparently I wasn’t sick enough to merit antibiotics. My Mom asked me by phone if I was taking care of myself. How? When? 

The thing that pulled me through was watching the Olympics every night, that and rewatching all the Christopher Guest movies featuring the late, but lovely Catherine O’Hara. Rest in peace. Her performances were pretty great—the whole gang really. That is some top notch satire.

For Your Consideration, in my opinion, is the best one. It’s the most relevant. The aging actors are feeling forgotten, but then someone mentions the Oscars and everyone goes nuts. They all claim they don’t act for trophies, but the attention and accolades are irresistible. The women get nose jobs and the men are sporting fauxhawks with frosted tips and skinny jeans. I also didn’t realize I have been referring to the internet as the “interwebs” from this movie. Rest in peace Fred Willard. 

I guess what I am trying to say is that if you live life for trophies you’re going to be disappointed. The journey is tough so you have to celebrate along the way.

Who wants another thing to dust anyway?