I’m sick.

And I hate it. I don’t deal well when I don’t feel well, no rhyme intended. Last night I was having trouble sleeping and I was coughing and sneezing, tossing and turning. Miserable. I was trying to be quiet so that I wouldn’t wake up hubby, but at the same time I was secretly hoping that he would roll over and ask if I was ok. Because I wasn’t. And I wanted some sympathy.

Is that so wrong?

Anyway, he did notice that I was awake and sick, and he got up to get me some medicine and food and to help me feel better. I had been awake for two hours and I was exhausted. He was great, and I eventually drifted off to sleep about 20 minutes after taking the medicine.

So anyway, that’s why I’m not around too much. All I want to do is sleep. I’ll be back probably by tomorrow though — back to my old self. See you then.