And heres why. The day we were getting ready to leave for Florida - DH woke up and his minor cold had gotten worse. "Maybe we shouldn't go" I gently suggested. "No - of course we'll go" he boomed (and then coughed). " I feel fine, this little cold will be gone in a day". "Okay" said dummy me.
Fast forward to Wednesday. DH woke up croaking. I went to drugstore. Fever about 100 (you'd have thought it was 110!) Aspirin. Cough syrup. Bed. Water, and hot soup.
He woke up a few minutes ago and feels "dismal" and has gone back to bed for the duration.
I could be home with my nice studio cave, and be with my twins for Christmas. Instead, while the weather is very nice and I'm enjoying that - I'm nursing a sick hubby, and catering to MIL - who I am stuck with.
So...in defference to my own sanity, I am moving DH over to my mothers house where I can have room to draw and putter and feel more at home. I will go to the gym every day to get some workout's in so that my muscles don't atropy.
But overall - I am rather annoyed. This is my vacation and while I know he can't help feeling sick...we should have the heck stayed home!
So - Merry Christmas to everyone!!! May this be the last cold for 2008 and also for 2009!!!!!!!