Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Keep a-busy Cinderelly!

I developed a lovely dry hacking cough overnight.  Very sexy, if I say so.
The one thing about being ill as a mother and wife is that you get no chance to rest.  None. Zilch. Nada.
Last night I finally had it and said to DH, "I want to be mommied.  I'm sick.  I demand to be mommied."
Without looking up from his mactop, he dryly responded, "Do you want me to drive you to your mom's?"
I know men aren't wired like women but throw me a bone.
I read recently that 60% of women are unhappy with the inequality in the house.  I want to say it's more like 75%.  How is it that I'm ill yet I'm still taking care of our daughter, making us meals, cleaning the bathroom, doing laundry and dismantling our Christmas decorations. 
Yes I started early this year.  Call me whatever but I have a train track that has taken over my living room to the point that I crash into every freaking time.  DH has started calling me Godzilla.  My dog keeps eating the balls and my husband wants to buy more furniture.  I'm going minimalist.