I caught a cold this weekend.
I know! So what.
Mom’s get sick all the time, deal with it.
I took Tuesday off to recover, blow my nose 100 million times, snort, smear Vaseline all over my raw nostrils, and take exuberant amounts of meds.
But I did not feel rested.
My hubs’ boss thought he was being kind when he gave him the day off to “take care of the little woman.”
AND since we were both home the toddler couldn’t go to daycare.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
I attempted to sleep in but was woken by the sounds of a vacuum beside me because he thought I would appreciate a clean house.
After a quick glare and a few choice words I fell back into my drugged slumber.
Only to be startled awake a few minutes later by the crushing sounds of the coffee grinder.
To make a long story short I went back to work today in order to get some rest.
I was not surprised when the sweet man I live with turned to me in the car this evening and announced that he was sick.
That he needed to be taken care of.
His claims were so ridiculous I had to keep public record:
If he takes the day off tomorrow I’m taking the day off to re-paint the house.