I'm here to tell you that having a cold makes me feel more organized and puts me in a good mood. Maybe during the peak of a cold this isn't true, but as it starts to taper off, I find that life is quite lovely.
As a child, my allergies were so bad that I basically had a constant cold or sinus infection. I had to learn to function while sick and it just became a part of life. I vividly remember a spring night when I walked outside to get something from our barn -- I breathed in the night air, and in that moment, my nose was clear enough that I could actually smell the air. I hopped and jumped, it was so delightful to smell. Most of the time, though, I had to take a "blowing my nose" break and just blow and blow until I could take in a few whiffs (pitiful and gross... sorry). But this made smells that much more delightful, and the lack of smells that much more memorable. Congestion slows you down -- it can make you think a little slower. And somehow I function better when my brain isn't moving 100 miles an hour.
I'm not the sick kid I once was, and colds have, thankfully, become a rarity. But when one comes around and I have housework to do, dinner to make, and a baby to take care of, I somehow know exactly how to order my day. Very little is stressful, and I move at my own pace. And, to make it even better, a host of childhood memories floods my mind as I go about my daily tasks... my older sister suddenly becoming possessed, and running into our room to throw hangers at me for no reason; filling our tin bucket with water and lugging it to our play cabin; the feel of Skulpy clay as we form cinnamon rolls for our American girl dolls; baby Ethan staying the week with us, and having the time of my life; filling up my Baby Loves to Talk's empty battery box with rocks from our gravel road (so she could feel heavy and real, you know); the feel of my sister's and my matching flannel nightgowns; my pencil against loose leaf, lined paper and staring at a terrible math book; playing the Beauty and the Beast tape on repeat so my sister's and I could perfect our performance for my parents. Jenny was Belle. Sally was Gaston. I was everyone else.
So, here's to having a cold! I might hold off on the vitamin C a few days.