My hubby has a cold. A cold. He isn’t dying, has no fever, and isn’t vomitting. He has a cold.
And for 2 full days now, he is held up in bed, with his mask and mood, unwilling to get up and help for fear of getting our children sick. Unfortunately, they already have been around him during the gestation time for a cold so that idea is moote.
Yet, he’s in bed, watching CNN as if he works for NASA, and I’m trudging around, feeling rundown myself, playing the good shiksa.