I went to my doctor a couple weeks ago for my second sinus infection in a month. “There must be something wrong,” I told him. He shrugged. “You’re a parent. You’re going to be sick. A lot.” As I struggle through yet another cold, there’s a sneaking thought in the back of my mind: we will never be well again. These colds, they creep from one person to another, and by the time the last person is on the mend, the first person has something new. The fear that this vicious cycle will never stop may be logically unreasonable–we’re just not well all at once, that’s why they call it cold season, the kids will stop sticking their fingers in their noses/eyes/mouth, etc.–but I’m a little terrified anyway.