That's right, you heard it here first. This mama's SICK! I have fought off the runny nose-sore throat-head in a vice germs for months on end, but at last I have succumb.
Of course this misfortune must come on the same day as Ohio State's Bowl Game. Try as he might, my dear husband has zero ability to hear ANYTHING that is happening when a football game is on. Trust me. I banged quite a few dishes around in the kitchen. I even sighed loudly as I carried laundry in to fold. Still...nothing. He really does mean well. He attempted to help with bedtime, but all three of those ankle bitters insisted on "mommy" putting them to bed. He told me to go to bed as soon as he got home, but really? Can you imagine what the house would look like by morning???
I could have asked for help. I should have asked. Isn't that what my mother has been hammering into my head for the past 9 years? "He doesn't see what you see. You have to ask him." Had I asked, he would have done it all willingly. What is it about him offering to help? Someday I will get over my pride and just ask. For now... I will sip my tea, blow my nose and lay on the couch until I inevitably dose off to sounds of scarlet and grey. Maybe tomorrow I'll let Starbucks make my tea.