Several minutes later I become aware that someone is breathing on my face. Opening my eyes, the dog is eyeballing me with urgency in her eyes. Ignoring her, I turn over. Then the cat walked up my body and over my head and sat, purring, nose to nose with me. Sighing, I got up to get some ibuprofen. I went downstairs and there were Rowan and my dear husband, each at a computer. The birdcage was still covered, the fish tanks still off the guinea pigs squeaking for food and the cats frantic.
I got cranky. I said, "I can't believe you would tell me to take care of myself and then NOT take care of anything that needed to be done? How can I take care of myself if I can't be assured that everything else will be taken care of?" He says, "you just like being angry sometimes"
As if it were somehow that I had looked for a reason to be cranky. So I fed all the animals, did the dishes, took ibuprofen, straightened up the mess on the floor and said nothing. (notice that no one jumped up saying, :let me get that for you dear?)
Giving up entirely on going back to sleep, I got a cup of coffee and sat to read my email.
He comes over holding a card in his hand. I glared at him. But, I love him and so I took the card and opened it and read it. And I looked up at my husband and glared at him again. He sheepishly grinned at me and said, "well, it was funny yesterday".