I’ve had a difficult weekend, and this being a Bank Holiday Monday I still feel I’m stuck in it. Nothing serious, let me make that clear, just having to cope with a husband who has an upset stomach, the nasty kind that means he spends way too much time in the bathroom and the rest of time complaining about how bad he feels, how awful it is that he’s so ill, while at the same time eyeing me suspiciously because I’m not down with the same thing. Of course, he forgets a couple of weekends ago when I had a nasty cough and cold! It seems only men really get sick and are allowed to feel sorry for themselves!
Don’t think this is written with me sitting here scowling and making plans to stick a few pins in a doll later, I’m actually grinning as I put pen to paper, having spent many years coping with my husband, who I occasionally think of as my man/child – though I am still considering the doll!
I did have plans to write the next chapter of my current work in progress over the weekend, but that wasn’t to be. I did manage to get some work done but nothing like as much as I’d hoped. Fingers crossed for tomorrow though because he does seem to be a little better this afternoon:)
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I wrote the above post earlier this afternoon when I had been feeling somewhat more confident, thinking I’d be able to get back to work tomorrow, and then my stomach started to feel a bit uncomfortable – if I’m starting with it… where did I leave those damned pins?!