Good Grief.

Okay. It has been two weeks now since I have not been feeling well.

Yes. I'm WELL over the worst of it. But what I do have is a lingering cough, which aggravates my very sore throat.

My coughing and sneezing is EXTREMELY surprising to Baby Boy. Even though I have been doing it consistently for two weeks. He cannot sleep through my coughing. No. He wakes up shaking and screaming. And, if he is awake when I cough, his lower lip comes out as if to say 'you might want to rethink what you are doing, lady, as it is not pleasing to me'.

And, if I sneeze? Good grief. The boy is going to need sneezing and coughing therapy at some point in his life.

But, this afternoon a TERRIBLY LOUD storm thundered through here. Lightening all around, so close you could here it sizzle. Thunder that shook the house repeatedly. Driving rain. Wind that sent my hanging baskets sideways.

Did Baby Boy cry? NO! Did he even seem to notice this wild and noisy event? NO! He did not.

I'm trying really really hard not to cough. I'm trying not to sneeze, but my backyard hostas are in full bloom and they are the only flower I know of that cause me trouble. They are also the only thing that will grow back there that can actually be called a real flower. So, I keep a pillow near me at all times, and attempt to cough into that. But the sneezing? He is just going to have to get used to it. Or, better yet, I'm just going to have to get over this 'whatever' that I have.