Tribal Song

This is the second time I have been sick with a wicked cold in Miriam's 7.5 month existence on this planet.

I have yet to figure out how to coexist with the mucus that seems to have taken up permanent residence in every nook and cranny of my head.

I feel like when she cries, the sound travels through my pressurized ear drums and bounces back and forth playing an African tribal song that only increases and intensifies the more frustrated I get.

She has been sick, too. That, I am sure, is not helping things either.

But, I have little choice in the matter. So, I will continue to hear the drums pound away in my head.

Come home soon, hubs. I'm getting tired of this song.