I finally, FINALLY, get to take a few days off, and I just have to go and catch a cold.  Why could I have just PREDICTED this?

Sunday I took a handful of OTC cold medications, and in a couple of hours I felt human enough to take my son to see a matinee of the movie “Enchanted” at the dollar theaters.  I love dollar theaters.  Ours even has a half-price “matinee”.  When you only pay $1.50 for a family of three, you don’t care if you splurge a bit on the popcorn and drinks.

Halfway through the movie (which is about a cartoon princess come to life in Manhattan, if you are among the uninitiated), my son climbed up into my lap,  took my face in his warm, sticky, popcorn-scented little hands, and maneuvered himself completely between myself and the screen, just to be sure he had my complete attention.

“Mommy?”

“Mmm-hmmm.  Yes, Harry?”

“Mommy?  Are you a Princess?”

SLOOOOOOSH.

That sound, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, was the sound of an average-sized middle aged woman melting into a pool of mommy-goo on the theater floor.