When I awoke, I was grouchier than ever. To incite me even further was my daughter, kicking and screaming in staunch resistance to all the medicines and oil being poured in her ears. By the time the doses were administered, I was a complete Shrew. My husband, keen on my moods, whispered to me that he needed to go get a haircut, and might be gone a little while. Was that ok? I said, sarcastically, "Yes, because I love sitting at home alone and sick with a whiny, sick, & thrashing child. Take as long as you like."
He just quietly left......and I slumped into a chair to grouse to myself through my phlegm.
45 minutes later, he returned with these:
A gorgeous lavender rose
The most perfect way to while away time when sick: "Diner Dash: a time management game for Macintosh."
What a totally sweet husband I have!!
And yes, I cried. :)