At least that’s what Hubby’s been calling me all week.  I hate being sick, but I especially hate having the flu.  Then again, who doesn’t?  I’m sorry, but when I’m sick I’m going to whine, moan, and complain as much as I want. I feel as the person who has to feel absolutely miserable I have the right to do so.

At least now I seem to be on the getting better end of things.  I’ve actually been able to hold two meals down today, so yay!  I’m on day 4 of this nasty bug (actually had to look at my calendar for a sec to see what day it is), so hopefully I’ll start feeling better here soon.  God I seriously hope so.

I never realize how much cleaning I do everyday until I get sick and can’t do it.  In 4 days time I swear Hubby has worn every pair of boxers, socks, and jeans he owns.  How the heck he does it I don’t know, but I do know he doesn’t even know how to operate our current washer.  Ok so he could do it if he wanted to, but being a man he’d rather wear dirty clothes until I drag myself off the couch to wash a load.

I hate to see what will happen to him if my girlfriends and I ever do get to take our “girls only” vacation we often dream about.  We’re all the time talking about how we’d like to leave the boys at home for a couple weeks while we sail around on one of those European cruises, but I’m already seeing that if I did that I’d have to hire a maid or beg my mother in law to take care of Hubby while I was gone. He sure wouldn’t do it himself…and he calls me the lazy one. Pffft!