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.