Anata ga ite yokatta
I think I caught a watered down version of the flu. I was achy, I had a fever, I felt like I'd been run over by a car. But it only lasted a day and a half. I think it was the flu, but I'm not sure. I didn't get that test where they stick a piece of paper up a nostril and see if it changes color. I didn't even go to a clinic or hospital. I got vaccinated last fall, so it was probably watered down by that, if it was the flu. Which I think it was. But I am not an internist, nor do I play one on TV.
But that's not the point. The point is that I felt awful for a day and a half, and I was completely useless. And during that day and a half, the Pumpkin Daddy bought me ice cream and udon, and kept the kids fed and played with them and did the laundry and vacuuming. And when I felt better and told him thank you for everything, he totally blew me off. And he's tall. And looks good in random articles from Eddie Bauer.
And he always does the laundry. And the vacuuming.
And I am so lucky to have him. All the time. But more than usual this weekend.
3 comments:
I love it when guys do housework. My hubby cooks on the weekends and has taken over totally when I've been sick or bedridden with a bad back. We got lucky or what! :-)
Same, same. Plus being handsome is always a plus.
I've been reading "Freedom" by Jonathan Franzen and it makes me VERY grateful for my marriage.
Tia, the Pumpkin Daddy always does housework. I think I do less housework than he does, even when I am well.
Anne, I read the summary for "Freedom" on Amazon and it made my head spin. I guess dysfunction makes for better fictional entertainment than mature, respectful, loving relationships...
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