Oh crap oh crap oh crap. I think I’m coming down with a cold. Another one. Just in time for MEA. Growing up those three letters strung together got me all kinds of excited, but this year I’m filled with dread. Because this year it means feeling suboptimal while having a whole extra day of one-on-one time with the energetic little man. I don’t want the poor kid to be bored out of his mind while mommy has some serious one-on-one time with the comfy chair. But maybe it will be ok. Maybe this will blow over and I’ll feel fine tomorrow morning. Yeah, right. And just maybe I’ll win the lottery. Or maybe VOTE or NOT’s $100,000. Definitely maybe.