I don’t really know what I was expecting. A week at the beach. It should be relaxing, right? It was a week with my family, including two 4-year-olds, two 7-year-olds, and a sick Grandpop. But my dad doesn’t get to spend a lot of time with Little B, so I didn’t care. Now we are home and we’re both sick. The little man coughs like an 80 year old woman who has smoked since birth. It is both sad and funny. Luckily, it has been raining non-stop since we got home. Windows open. 70 degrees out. Mother Nature, be our humidifier.