Tales from the sick bed.

Hi friends, do you hate me?  I would promise that I’ll be more present in the blogesphere, but apparently that statement makes me a liar often.  So for now, I’m here when I’m here.  When I’m not here?  Assume I’m cleaning the house.  Or caring after two of the cutest kids in the world.  Or attending to our petting zoo.  Or..or…or.

I have been so sick the last week.  No joke.  In fact, I’m pretty sure I probably should have taken the whole week off, crawled under my comforter and reemerged a week later.  But I didn’t.  I hardly entertained the idea.  I like my job, so kill me.  It started with a bit of a sore throat and some drainage last Friday.  Saturday I rested.  Sunday I woke up feeling like death.  And it only got worse from there.  I’m currently in the head pressure, build up phase with massive headaches and the inability to breath.  Don’t you wish you were me?  No?

Because I’ve been so sick, Mr. Husband has been booted to the couch.  I toss and turn and hack up lungs most of the night, so I figured he’d be more comfortable downstairs.  Which (shh, I think he thinks I don’t know this) he probably prefers anyway.  I suck at sleeping.  But this morning, I removed the pillow from his face (I’m noisy in the kitchen in the mornings…) and kissed my sleeping husband goodbye.  And for a second I just looked at him and wondered how we ended up here.

I met Mr. Husband when my schedule got changed in eighth grade and I was shoved into Mr. Hester’s PE/Health class a few weeks into the semester.  Awkward.  And as the story goes, Mr. Husband liked me from then on.  And I got to thinking this morning about what my life would have been like if I knew from that moment too that the kid sitting in the back of that classroom would be my husband 10 years later.

And as much as I love my husband, and I’m so happy to have him be the one I married, I am so so grateful that I didn’t know.  People watch shows like Boy Meets World and think, “aww, how sweet to have been together your whole life.”  And while I sort of agree for some people that it’s cute, it would not have been cute for us.  The years and break ups between our first meeting and when Mr. Husband and I finally started dating definitely turned me into a person who would actually appreciate him.

Ok.  I think my cocktail of cold medications has made me a little loopy.  I’m not even sure if I’m making any sense.  So I’ll leave you all be.  I don’t have a picture of us as those happy little eighth graders, but I’ll share a picture from our first Valentines Day together as Seniors in HS.

What babies!


About JoElizabeth

I am a writer who loves to explore all different types of relationships. I am most happy when surrounded by my loved ones and furry children. I've never met a stranger, and I talk way too much. My favorite things to do are eat {preferably at a restaurant} with good friends, write, watch DVDs of TV series {especially FRIENDS}, drink lots of coffee and learn.
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