FINALLY coming to the end of an evil cold that just wouldn't die. I sound like a 3 pack a day smoker with the hacking cough, but at least I can now breathe freely through my nose again.
I'd love to say that Sir is in tip top shape, but that would be a lie. About as soon as I edged towards feeling slightly better than Oh My God I'm Going To Die- Will I Ever Breathe Again, he caught the same thing that passed throughout this household like wildfire. Missing only our rather fortunate roommate.
What's funny is that when I am sick the whole house seems to fall apart. Sir most times, sees me as extremely capable in an almost Super Woman fashion and I appreciate that most of the time. However, He tends to ignore the fact that I am very vulnerable when sick and winds up not giving me what I really need at those times. As I have been ill for nearly 2 weeks, I finally had to sit him down a few days ago(after getting up with the kids at 7am, who had been crying most of the night because they didn't feel good either, still did laundry, cleaned the house AND made dinner) and tell him all I really needed was to be pampered for at least a day and to get some much needed rest sans children. He felt so bad about neglecting me that now that he is ill with the same thing and fully comprehends what I had to fight through to get out of bed, He won't let me pamper Him.
Frustrating as it is, I'm sitting back and not commenting on him watching all the movies he loves that I find annoying or rolling my eyes when he obsesses about guns and gun laws for now. In my own way, that is pampering Him.
Now, if we can ever get the rivers of ick to stop flowing from our noses, maybe we can get back to the slap and tickle I know we both are missing. It's been a long winter without the sting of crop, hand or flogger because of this and I resent it. Do you hear me nasty cold virus?! I resent you!
Sick Ain't Sexy!
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