DD had a cold last week. She's been a bit cranky but otherwise ok. Then I got it and it went straight on my chest. Still managed to get out and about and go for a run though, so not that bad.
Got up early this morning to do some work. Then heard a shuffling down the stairs. It was DH. He's caught the cold. You all know the Shuffle of Sadness. It's almost always accompanied by the Dressing Gown of Doom, along the with Voice of Suffering.
I know I should feel more sympathetic...but after soldering on all week and managing to do all the housework, childcare, and shopping, plus my work from home job, I'm really low sympathy. I'm a terrible person, aren't I...