I think I am a good person. Really. Most of the time.
So I've been sick all week. Really sick. Hacking cough, fever, congestion, hacking cough . . . did I mention hacking cough? My chest is sore from the effort, and my throat is raw.
Today was supposed to be a special day. Its a Friday. A paid holiday. A day off from work, without a day off from pay check. Normally, its extra special too, because its the day my housekeeper comes. Nothing like coming home to crisp clean sheets, sparkly toilets, and stuff, none of which you had to do.
I think I woke up in hell.
Oh, its Friday. And the sun is shining. But I'm still in bed with said hacking cough. ON MY DAY OFF.
To add insult to injury?
My housekeeper has officially quarantined my house until next Friday. No laundry. No freshly made beds. No clean sparkly toilets, unless I do them myself.
Apparently that "I'm old, can't risk getting sick, can't risk getting my husband sick, I'm the only wage-earner" thing kicked in . . . and she doesn't want to risk getting what I have.
Apparently you can pay 'the man' for most things, but not when viruses are involved.
Excuse me while I go set up for my pity party. If I don't hack up a lung first.
Respectfully submitted,
The Wife
3 comments:
See I totally thought having kids gave you like the LEGAL RIGHT TO MAKE THEM DO THE HOUSEWORK!
Although, with a house full of boys, that might be a risk you are not willing to take.
Get better SOON because I'm not sure who well you will attract men for me in that condition.
I stopped at chest. Did you write anything past that? Oh yeah, get well!!!
Since we are adding insult to injury...
I'm glad I have to work today. It will be really great coming home to clean laundry and fresh sheets on our newly made bed.
-The Husband
(Well, you DO have the day off...)
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