I have a cold... While I totally understand that it’s nothing life-threatening like Manflu or anything..... it’s late Sunday afternoon, my tonsils are touching, I can’t speak, my nose is blocked and I feel like shit. I have put myself to bed for an hour. In that time my kids (11, 11 & 13) have each barged into my room to ask me where something of theirs is and my husband has come in and asked where the vacuum cleaner is (In the cupboard where it always fucking is....) then he has proceeded to vacuum right outside my bedroom door, banging it repeatedly and wondered why he had a shoe thrown at him. WTF is wrong with these people? I have never put myself to bed for an hour before. Is it too much to ask for some peace? Is the fabric of the universe going to unravel if I actually get some rest? I double-dog dare anyone to ask me what’s for dinner.