Normally the sound that comforts me is my husband’s breathing while he sleeps. Knowing that everyone in my house is sleeping soundly, safe in our warm home, gives me such a feeling of peace. Except last night. My son has been sick all weekend (in fact, I had to take the day off work today so I could take him to the doctor) and last night I started feeling bad, too. Of course his sickness would be the one thing my kid is willing to share. So anyway, around 1:30 AM my dog started barking. She is normally pretty quiet but she went CUH-RAY-ZEE at something outside. I was a little scared to go out and see what it was, so I nudged my hubby until he woke up and heard it. He stumbled out to find that she was barking at some phantom invader, probably it was the scent of an animal wafting through a crack in the door or something. Meanwhile, the children’s song “Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes” was running through my head because I was aching in all of those places.
When he shuffled back to the bed, I took the opportunity to inform him that I was sick. Here is our conversation:
Me: I am not feeling good.
Him: Hmmm…….(translation: Shut up. I’m going back to sleep.)
Me: I hurt all over.
Him: Hmmmm….(translation: No really. Shut up.)
I was pretty indignant by this point, expecting at least a little sympathy. If he were the one complaining, I would probably have gotten him some medicine or something to make him feel better. Or at least I would have asked a question or two to prolong the whining so he’d feel better. Probably. Realizing that he had fallen back to sleep just bugged me instead of comforting me. So I went into the kitchen and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for my Cold Calm or anything else that might make me feel better. You know what? I do feel a lot better this morning. But after last night, I realize that what I need at times like that isn’t sympathy.
What I really need……. is a WIFE!