While visiting last week, my in-laws (politely) scoffed at me for forgetting to put socks on Lukas at night. My rebuttal (a smug one at that) was that modern medicine has proved that cold feet do not result in illness.
What a bunch of bologna!
Our parents (and in-laws) have (on average) two decades more life experience than us... so why is it so hard to accept their advice or suggestions?
Granted, they're not always right, but they certainly were this time. I woke up the picture of health this morning, and went to bed ill.
I'll tell you what happened.
I stepped in an ice cold puddle before taking the dog on a walk... in Crocs (with socks, mind you)!
Why does one wear Crocs at this time of year in The Netherlands (where mud and water abound)? I'm afraid I can't answer that. But I can tell you, that it will never happen again.
In retrospect, I assume that the Belgian Chocolate ice cream that I finished off before bedtime didn't help matters.
But it is what it is. And alas, I'm off to gargle some salt water and make myself a tea... at 2:30 AM. Adieux!