My Wonderful Husband

My husband did something wonderful this weekend. He gave me time off. Yes, really. I started getting sick on Thursday and was totally miserable by Friday. He must have sensed that his wife was in serious need of comfort food. Maybe his week from heck needed a happy ending. But pizza night was roll out the red carpet welcomed on Friday. After dinner, I told him how I really just needed to relax. I complained about never being able to sleep in since someone had to get up and feed the kids. We watched television for a while. When I could no longer hang, I kissed him goodnight, took some cold medicine and went out like a light. My husband must have taken what I said to heart (or maybe he just took pity). For, on Saturday morning, he got up and fixed breakfast for the kids. Eventually, my body finally cooperated and followed my stomach's advice. I got up and fixed myself scrambled cheese eggs and toast. My girls actually let me eat in relative peace. On Sunday morning I awoke to find myself feeling plastered to the bed. Again my husband handled the morning bustle. At least I'm sure he did, but again, I slept through it.
By far, this was one of the most relaxing weekends I've had since before I had kids. I even got to take naps too. The only downside was that I didn't get to thank my husband before he went to work this morning (verbally or otherwise). He was gone by the time I woke up. But, I'll remedy that tonight.

I'm Annoyed

Today, the 8yr old is home sick. That means I'm stuck in the house on a beautiful day. To make matters worse, is going to be cold and rainy later on in the week. It totally annoys me when I'm unable to enjoy a warm sunny day. It annoys me even more that I'm annoyed about someone being sick in the first place. It feels quite selfish. You'd think that I would be used to having to change my plans on a whim. You would think that I have come to terms with making concessions. The kids will probably be grown before I get the hang of it. However, the one point on which I refuse to concede is sharing food. Yes, I know, that's what moms do. BUT, if what I put on their plate is the same exact thing that I put on my plate, then why do I have to share the food on MY plate? If anyone comes up with an answer, let me know. I need to pass it along to my husband.
By the way... this rant was inspired by One-Minute Writer's Today's Writing Prompt: Vent