Dear Hubband

Dear Hubband:

Right now, you are not even close to being my favorite person.

Remember that pesky little cold you had at the beginning of the week? The one that was so bad you had to come home from work on Monday?

Where upon you proceeded to lay on the couch & moan & whine about how miserable you were. So hot, so sweaty, so achy, yada yada yada.

Remember how I asked you to please go to the doctor, to make sure it was "just a cold"?

Remember how I said "if you won't do it for me, at least do it for the kids?" (What? I'm shameless with the guilt trips.)

Well, Hubband, I would like for you to know: I now have whatever miserable crap you had last week. You know what the difference is, though?

I. Cannot. Call. In. Sick.

I cannot lay on the couch & moan & wail & ignore the kids, nap at will, shower whenever I please because I'm hot & sweaty. I cannot take the "good meds" because they'll make me more than a little loopy & crazy, make me want to do nothing more than crawl into bed.

I would also like to point out to you that I have been sick for two weeks. TWO WEEKS. It all started when Bear got sick. And then a day later, it started for me.

We seem to be in this vicious cycle in our household. You trot off to work at the big box store that everyone loves to hate, where you deal with the sickies all day long. Even though you practially bathe in hand sanitizer throughout the day & change your clothes as soon as you get home, you have still managed to bring home quite the assortment of nasties this winter.

So you bring them home & pass them on to me. As a result of this, I have had a near perpetual cough & runny nose for the past 4 months. I then share it with one of the kids. Bear is a little more resilient, but apparently, every time I sneeze, I can count on sharing it with Roo.

And so the cycle begins. You bring it home, I get it, share it with one of the kids, get them better, then I get sick all over again.

Since November, I have been to the doctor no less than twice a month with a sick baby.

So the moral of this story, Hubband?

Next time you are sick, you better believe you'll be trotting your little hienie over to the doctor's office to make sure that it's "just a cold". Because if I get this again, this sweating & fever & ridiculous cough...you're going to be in a bit of trouble.

Love,
Your sick of being sick Wife