I have cooties

This is a sad, sad day. I have had cooties for a few days now and have finally, totally lost my voice. There is no reason to get in the car with my husband if I can't backseat drive, crying out directions intended to save my life, the car, pedestrians and any squirrels that may be in the street. This is a disaster! Tonight I tried to lay down the law with Kevin about how clean his room must be before he can watch television or have friends to the house, but all I could do was flap my arms and squeak. Then I saw his toy megaphone. What a find! I grabbed it and renewed my attempt at conducting the tidying of his room. Alas, the megaphone has a nifty little feature that alters one's voice to sound robotic. We both started laughing. Well, he laughed while I wheezed and honked. There's really no taking a wheezing, honking robotic-sounding mother seriously, so I've given up. I'm going to have a glass of chardonnay in silence. Sigh.