Note to husband: B-A-C-K R-U-B.
February 11, 2009 By: almostgotit Category: Uncategorized, dogs, freelancing, humor, marriage, parenting, working at home|
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I am so glad January is over.
First I was sick, then my daughter was sick, then my husband was sick, then I got sick AGAIN. Our house was like a giant TB ward with hacking, miserable bodies laying around everywhere, including the floor.
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In the midst of which I had two enormous deadlines. I never have deadlines. Why would I? Unemployed people don’t have deadlines!
Except when they are on their death beds, apparently.
I also had these terrible dreams, like the one where I had two hours to pack my entire house into a few suitcases and NO ONE would help me. Or the other one where I was late for work but I had NO IDEA where my job was or what I was supposed to do once I got there–even if I COULD ever get my house packed into those suitcases.
I was so glad when my husband finally got sick. Not because he was sick, but because (if you follow me here) it meant I’d really been sick, too.
Fortunately though, I was a great comfort to him in his time of trial. For instance, I looked at him one day when he was coughing his lungs out and clearly dying, and said brightly: ”Wow, I really feel validated now. You are really SICK. I guess I was not just a MALINGERER last week after all!!”
Overcome by my great sensitivity and understanding, he was immediately healed. He then jumped up and made me a cup of tea, rubbed my back for several hours, brought me chocolate and made reservations for the two of us to have a romantic recuperation in Hawaii.
Ha.
Hey. You blog for your reasons. I’ll blog for mine.
February 12th, 2009 at 4:26 am
Um…doesn’t the dog have provacy rights? Why isn’t his face pixellated too?
February 12th, 2009 at 10:39 am
He signed a waiver, duh.
February 12th, 2009 at 12:06 pm
Dogs will sign anything you put in front of them …
February 12th, 2009 at 1:46 pm
You coughing up lungs there too? My oldest is presently hacking all over his classmates, because, “I DON’T want to get behind.” I told him a day of rest might just help, but….
Why don’t teenagers have any sense?
February 12th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
I remember that you HAVE packed a whole house into a few suitcases- all under 70 pounds too (or some number of STONES as I recall) – so you can kick that dream in the tush.
February 12th, 2009 at 4:16 pm
@Marsquat: Okay, but you were there to HELP at the time, as I recall! And there were no giant pillows. For some reason in my dream, there were lots and lots of giant pillows…
February 12th, 2009 at 8:28 pm
Glad to see you’ve resumed your virtual life… and that you are finally over the sick.
February 12th, 2009 at 9:19 pm
I hate those dreams of needing to be somewhere but not knowing where it is. Mine often involve not remembering where my high school locker is, or if I do find it, not remembering the lock combination. Arrrggghhh! I feel your pain.
February 12th, 2009 at 11:29 pm
My anxiety dreams involve getting lost in a maze of tunnels. No pillows, but sometimes silverware or tomato juice.
February 13th, 2009 at 7:19 am
Your dream reminds me of Tom Stoppard’s “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead” (minus the suitcases). It’s my favorite play of all time!
February 13th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
SO glad to see that recent illness has not impaired your sense of humor. In fact, it’s better than ever! Maybe some brain cells were rearranged…. Fever will do that.
Anyway, my husband had a really bad cold, which I did not get. Does that mean he wasn’t really sick? Hmmm.
February 13th, 2009 at 3:00 pm
Thank you Jana, and I relate to school dreams too, Lavenderbay.
And hmm, Pages… silverware and tomato juice? Freud would no doubt conclude from this symbolism that you are a quadrasexual lemur from Mars.
I love R&G Are Dead, too, Mini Betsy! I need to read it again.
Happy to share my used kleenexes, WG, with anyone such as yourself who would like to retroactively share my brain-enhancing experience…