Jesus WEPT. Husband is down sick with the cold suckfest. I'm coming down with bout two. In spite of that, I decided that I was less sick and spent the day doing stuff I didn't particularly want to do because he was the sicker one.
He just came in and picked a fight with me because there were dirty dishes in the sink because it makes him angry that whenever he's sick the dishes pile up. When I pointed out that there had been dirty dishes in the sink when *I* got up and that I had, in fact, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher so that there were far fewer dirty dishes, and that I was, in fact, sick myself, that wasn't good enough.
I hate it when I'm being self-sacrificing and then am dumped on for doing not a good enough job.
Family ~ma to Nora, Kristin and ND.
Wow, juliana. Snow? In SF? Really? I know it's not unheard of, but still. Wow.
One of my favorite quotes is of Mark Twain saying something like the coldest winter he ever spent was the 4th of July in SF. It can get warm, but I sure wouldn't count on it any time of year.
I think we've been hovering around 33F. Unfortunately, I've also been hovering around a cold. Not the big nastly, but sore throat, scratchy eyes, nasty sinuses and SLEEPY. This last is the most relevant, as I got up late and then took a nap, so I've been toasty under all my blankies.
Shit, Betsy. That sucks. I BAH! on your behalf.
By the way, you are right and he is wrong. But you are both sick and cranky too. So that doesn't help anything at all.
It just sucks to get into a fight about the dishes. And it sucks that you are sick + yelled at.
Got nothing but validation here for ya.
That's the thing; I know that it's really the cold speaking, and that he's never mean unless he's sick. But I still don't want to go into the bedroom until he's asleep right now.
It really did snow in SF? Damn.
My cold whine was written before I saw your post, Betsy. I hope it didn't come across as taking that lightly. I'm sorry you got dumped on.
Betsy, that is truly of the suck. Feel better soon.
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Heavens, of course it didn't, libkitty, any more than I think my cold makes ND and Kristen's family pain unimportant. We all suffers together.
But I still don't want to go into the bedroom until he's asleep right now.
I do not blame you... I've had a couple of those moments recently too, and sometimes? It's just easier to wait it out and wait till the morning.
Meaness sucks, no matter what the reason. I'm sorry.
Whew. My brain is a bit fuzzy right now, which always makes me worry about my judgment.
