I have manflu, now with added manperiod! It's a special kind of hell, doing all the parenting and cooking and washing when you're sick. Dave finally got home yesterday. We were standing in the kitchen and I was forcing myself to be nice, not bitchy. Then he said, "Oh I've missed you!"
And at the exact moment I said, "Hon that's so nice!" He finished off his sentence with ".... coffee machine."
My mouth dropped open and he grabbed me to do a funny dance.
No. No funny dance.
I went to bed after making dinner and showering Rocco and putting him to bed - and I watched three back-to-back episodes of Downton Abbey. Dave tossed and turned and I silently dared him to say something. But he knew better and put a pillow over his head and went to sleep.
This morning he walked around to my side of the bed, where a calvacade of used tissues lay on the floor and he kissed me gently on the cheek. "I love you hon."
I grunted. If I didn't have a thousand horses pounding in my temples I would have said, "Shouldn't you be telling that to the goddamn coffee machine??!"
Mid-morning I came back to bed. To see this:
And I climbed back into bed and collapsed and my heart grew warm and all was forgiven. That's all it takes.
I have a follow-up post to write on the Anti-Social Media I published the other day. SO many thought-provoking comments on it.
I also have a big fat heavy vlog that is weighing on my heart so I'll goddamn just do it this week. When I *don't* look 100. And then, a light follow-up vlog afterwards, to make everything ok again.
But first I need to sleep. I feel shizenhausen ... but I have lavender from my lover and it's helping me get through.
PS Men readers, avert your eyes ..... ladies, does your monthly cycle get worse as you get older? I'm not joking about the manperiod.
PPS I was interviewed in BlogHUB HERE
PPPS Dave, if you really are reading my blog now, don't talk to me about it. I don't want it critiqued. Go away. I love you X