Whimsical Friday: I Love My Husband, But...

I love my husband, but….Having him home sick during the week has its disadvantages.  He’s had swollen lymph nodes for the past week and has managed to go into the office a few times. Today was one of those days he didn’t. Having had this myself, I know how painful it can be. His neck is so swollen that he can barely open his mouth to eat. Now, like I said, I love my husband, but….making fun of his lack of opening to eat is irresistible.  I’ve teased him that I could feed him like a baby. Get a baby spoon, mash up his food and hand feed him. For some reason he didn’t think that was funny. 

Now every woman knows how whiny a sick man can be. Its like they revert back to being a child. Like we as women aren’t as sick as them yet we still have to get up, make food, do laundry and take care of the kids. That is why women rule and men suck. Oh wait, did I just say that. J

Now normally I like having my husband home during the week, if I have nothing else planned and no work to do on the computer. Today is one of those busy days where the laptop is glued to my lap. I woke, had breakfast, got my daughter off to school which is no easy feat. Cleaned the house, started laundry then sat down to check emails. That took a good hour. I sent out forms for authors wanting their books on my blog, Book Cover Lovers, put some books up, commented on posts on other author’s blogs, and wrote out two blog posts for myself.

So I sit down to get this work done. My hubby, who, remember, I love dearly, comes into the room and sits down in his chair (I work in the living room) and sips his coffee while checking his email. I like to listen to music while I work so I turn the tunes on and get to my work.

“Hun,” he says. “Can I play a game on the PS3 or are you listening to music?”

Ummm DUH. Yes, yes I am listening to music. It’s that vibrating drumbeat playing right now. But apparently he can’t figure that out.

“Can I listen to my music while you play or do you need to hear the game?” Any good person would have caught on to this hint and said, “No, I can play without the sound.” But nooooo, he said,

“It helps to play the game if I have sounds.”

Cough cough. Now remember, I love my husband dearly, so I won’t kill him. He is, after all, useful.

So here we are, he’s in his chair playing Mass Effect three where there is plenty of gun fire, yelling, screaming and talking. I’m on my end of the loveseat, where I always sit to write, trying to ignore the noise going on around me.  Sure, I could leave the room, but damn it, it’s the week day and its my domain, my office of sorts. And sure, I could put headphones on and listen to my music but then he talks to me and I can’t hear him and it seems important so I have ot take out an ear bud to hear him only to have him say something about the game he is playing and the characters battle for good and evil. Really?

So I sit in my spot, tapping away on my computer. Sigh…

Have I mentioned that I love my husband dearly?
He really is a good guy, when he’s not sick and whiny. Heck, if it wasn’t for him, it’s doubtful that I would be here today as an author. But for God Sakes when I’m busy writing, do not ask me to have sex with you in the kitchen! 

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 Sorry, had to pause a moment while my husband babbled something which I couldn’t quit make out. “Yeah, yeah that’s right bitch. You shoot that bastard, shoot him dead.”

Why in Gods name did I think he was actually talking to me? Sigh…

Have I mentioned how dearly I love my husband?

Oh, now he is pouting because I told him I’m blogging about him. He’s so cute when he pouts.
Well, that’s been my day so far.  And though I have spent the past three hours listening to fighting, gun fire, screams and conversations about how to take out the enemy, I do not have the urge to kill my hubby. Yet.