Auntie Wheezer
Wednesday, June 28th, 2006 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouI wonder if today is going to be a good day or not. As you all know, Auntie is recovering from a really nasty case of acute bronchitis that was almost pneumonia. After a course of heavy antibiotics (can you say, eat lots of yogurt?), I seemed to be recovering. In the meantime, the Husbandly One has been working his full-time job, and then coming home to cook, clean, do laundry, and manage our two rambunctious off-spring while Auntie malingers, wandering aimlessly around the house TRYING to do things, like pick up, do laundry, etc while having them gently taken from her hands and being told firmly, "No! You're supposed to be resting!" I hate this, because he looks so darned tired, and I hate not having something to do. Auntie has a very active mind, and is always full of nervous energy, so I hate being still, unless I'm reading a book. I haven't even been able to go out and shoot hoops or play soccer with the kids, because, well, I'm too pooped!
However, I started running a temp yesterday, and I admit, I overdid it a bit. The laundry was piling up, and I just couldn't stand it any more! I mean, I'm a Southern gal, and while I wasn't raised to keep a spic and span, totally tidy house, I WAS raised to keep it reasonably neat, and you know, husbands...well the Husbandly One is gold. Though I occasionally want to rip his arm off and beat him over the head with it, I know I've got it good, and I appreciate it. I tell him this constantly. I tell my kids the things I appreciate about them, too. That's just how I am. Anyhow, I remember telling my best friend once during a husband bitch session that if I were married to her husband, we wouldn't have lasted three days (her husband is a corker, I tell you, and she has far more patience than Auntie) before I would have murdered him, chopped him up into little bits and put the bits into various baby food jars to be buried in various places over three counties. She laughed (fortunately, she knows me very well) and said, "That's how I know the Husbandly One isn't that bad."
"Really?" I said, thrown, because this had been a major bitch session. I was really, really annoyed with him.
"Yeah, because he's still alive!"
Yeah, we laughed.
Anyhow, I did laundry, folded it, and put the majority away (I ran out of steam), and oh, have I regretted it. I haven't quite coughed my lungs up yet, but I am sure that is coming. I hate having asthma. It complicates fucking EVERYTHING. I can't get a simple cold, I get PNEUMONIA!! AAUUUUUGGGHHH!!!
Okay, screaming hissy fit over. So now, I'm waiting for the doctor to call back so he can listen, then tell me to come in anyway... (grumble, snarl) I should have just made an appointment to go in, but I'm stubborn, and driving, then sitting in the office with two hyper kids while I'm feeling lousy isn't exactly my cup of tea right now.
Maybe if I go back to bed, pull the covers up over my head and HIDE......
However, I started running a temp yesterday, and I admit, I overdid it a bit. The laundry was piling up, and I just couldn't stand it any more! I mean, I'm a Southern gal, and while I wasn't raised to keep a spic and span, totally tidy house, I WAS raised to keep it reasonably neat, and you know, husbands...well the Husbandly One is gold. Though I occasionally want to rip his arm off and beat him over the head with it, I know I've got it good, and I appreciate it. I tell him this constantly. I tell my kids the things I appreciate about them, too. That's just how I am. Anyhow, I remember telling my best friend once during a husband bitch session that if I were married to her husband, we wouldn't have lasted three days (her husband is a corker, I tell you, and she has far more patience than Auntie) before I would have murdered him, chopped him up into little bits and put the bits into various baby food jars to be buried in various places over three counties. She laughed (fortunately, she knows me very well) and said, "That's how I know the Husbandly One isn't that bad."
"Really?" I said, thrown, because this had been a major bitch session. I was really, really annoyed with him.
"Yeah, because he's still alive!"
Yeah, we laughed.
Anyhow, I did laundry, folded it, and put the majority away (I ran out of steam), and oh, have I regretted it. I haven't quite coughed my lungs up yet, but I am sure that is coming. I hate having asthma. It complicates fucking EVERYTHING. I can't get a simple cold, I get PNEUMONIA!! AAUUUUUGGGHHH!!!
Okay, screaming hissy fit over. So now, I'm waiting for the doctor to call back so he can listen, then tell me to come in anyway... (grumble, snarl) I should have just made an appointment to go in, but I'm stubborn, and driving, then sitting in the office with two hyper kids while I'm feeling lousy isn't exactly my cup of tea right now.
Maybe if I go back to bed, pull the covers up over my head and HIDE......
