For the past week, my wife and oldest son have both been congested. I thought it was just allergies, until it hit me yesterday. I started in the morning with a slight rasp in my throat. By the end of the day, my head was pounding and all the congestion had brought back my breathing problems.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This morning was one of those flu mornings, where nothing feels quite right.<\/p>\n
I stomped out to the kitchen to do the morning routine with the boys, then dropped into my seat for breakfast. “Blech,” I said. “I’m sick.”<\/p>\n
“You’re not sick,” my youngest said. “Momma’s sick.”<\/p>\n
She called in sick this morning and was sitting on the couch.<\/p>\n
“Momma?” I said. “She just has a sniffle. I’m sick<\/em>.”<\/p>\n “Nah-ah,” his older brother said. “You’re not sick. Poor Momma. Are you okay?”<\/p>\n “I’m fine,” she said with her Momma-smirk, “thanks for asking.”<\/p>\n “I’m dying here! My head hurts. I can’t breathe right. I’m sniffling. My throat hurts. . .”<\/p>\n “It’s hard to tell when Daddy’s sick,” my wife interrupted. “Cause he’s so stoic.”<\/p>\n The boys laughed. “No, really,” the youngest said to his mother. “Are you okay?”<\/p>\n “I’ll be fine,” she said.<\/p>\n “I won’t,”\u00a0I said. “I’m barely able to talk I’m so sick.”<\/p>\n Both boys laughed again.<\/p>\n Sheesh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" What’s the difference between Daddy being sick and Mommy being sick? The love. There’s no love for a sick daddy. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[119,124],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1556","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-funny","category-daddytales-sad"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-p6","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1556","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1556"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1556\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1556"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1556"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1556"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}