Related Posts with Thumbnails
Wherein you will find posts with humor, photos, reviews, occasional rants and journalistic entries of interest to me alone but that I hope will touch you, the reader, in some way. I remain sincerely yours,
A Work in Progress

Sunday, February 14, 2010

What Love Means to Me or Am I Nuts or is He?

I am sick.  I am rarely sick.  I feel like my head is about to explode.  My dear solicitous  husband sweetly tells me to stay in bed and rest and I gratefully lay my aching head back down on my pillow.

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".

2 comments:

TerriG February 14, 2010 at 8:38 AM  

That, sister, is true love. I am so glad you are blogging more frequently. I need the inspiration from a real friend. I'm still not sure if these other bloggers exist. They can be stranger than fiction.
I hope you are better soon.

TerriG February 14, 2010 at 8:39 AM  

Oh and I love the cherub...

  © Blogger templates The Professional Template by Ourblogtemplates.com 2008

Back to TOP