A cold front

I'm not sure what the worst thing about a cold is. Perhaps it's the way that it insists on spreading to every member of the house assuring that it will be around for at least two weeks. Maybe it's the way it makes all of my children sick enough to be grumpy but not sick enough to stay in bed. Or, it could be all the delightful looks I receive when I must leave the house with my coughing, hacking, nose running brood in tow. Oh and the many, many more; there are so many reasons it's hard to choose.