Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Dear My Spouse -

I know that I've been a whiny, insufferably brat for the past few days because of the unimaginable pain I've been in since Friday night (of course, I have no excuse for the way I've acted for the last 9 3/4 years, though, so... sorry about that), and I completely and totally appreciate the fact that you've been working your butt off while I've been unable to remove myself from the bed - including, but not limited to, cooking dinners, fetching me over-the-counter medications every hour on the hour, and taking time off of work to ferry the child back and forth to school - but, seriously, waking me up at 6AM today to tell me that you were staying home from work again and to ask if I needed anything?... at 6AM? Wanna know what I need at 6AM? MORE FUCKING SLEEP, that's what I need at 6AM. It's a good thing I wasn't awake enough to be snotty, or I might have answered "a new husband"... and that probably wouldn't have gone over well.

xxoo,

your clumsy-ass-wife-who-insists-on-having-dangerous-hobbies

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