I was up before 5:00 yesterday morning with a sick husband and barking dog.

Why are men so much worse about being sick than women? Seriously!

I don’t think men could ever handle pregnancy or childbirth or PMS… they’re the biggest babies ever!

“Feel my head.”

“I’m shivering.”

“Ow! My body is achy.”

“Will you make me tea? It tastes better when you do it, and I don’t know how.”

Sigh. I love him, and I know I’m bad too, but at 5:00 in the morning!?! Yeah- it’s enough to drive me batty.

In sickness and in health, right?

I had to go to three different stores yesterday- three!

Two pharmacies were closed until 10:00, so I decided to bite the bullet and go to Wal-mart.

Amazingly, their pharmacy was closed until 10:00 too.

Sigh.

For some ridiculous reason Will wanted me to talk to a pharmacist. Apparently because I’m a moron sitting in a pile of my own drool and can’t piece together the fact that a runny nose, sore throat, and slight fever equaled a freaking cold or possibly the flu.

Sigh.

I was over waiting until 10:00 to talk to a pharmacist. I grabbed a box of Tylenol Cold, a thermometer, juice, and a bag of Soft Batch cookies.

The cookies? Yeah- those were for me.

For my troubles.

For my strength in nursing my poor sick husband back to health.

I believe this purchase was TOTALLY justifiable and does not count towards my, “Eat healthier Resolution (I use that term very loosely, by the way).’”

He should be glad I didn’t buy vodka!

Only kidding.

Kind of…

And another week begins…