On the first day of March, my cold came in like a lamb with a scratchy, sore throat (but Abby did the laundry.).
On the second day of March, my cold was a reality because my nose started dripping like freshly tapped maple trees (but Maggie took my temperature…about 800 times).
On the third day of March, my cold was in full force and it put me to bed before 8:00 with no remorse (but Ben did his homework without reminders).
On the fourth day of March, my cold continued to linger with sneezes so full blown I almost offered the middle finger (and my husband leaned away from me!).