So, Scott was home sick again today.
And will be home sick tomorrow, hopefully for the last day.
That makes FIVE work days home. An entire week of coughs, sneezes, snores (many a good nap for my good fellow), batting of eyelashes and an indescribable level of germs and chores for yours truly.
Let me first state that I have absolutely adored helping him out and spending time with him. It's sort of endearing for him to "let me take care of him" as cheesy as it sounds. And it's really kept me focused on time management and prioritizing things around the house.
With that being said...
I WANT HIM TO GO BACK TO WORK!!!
So, on my behalf, please say a prayer or a chant or whatever to the Gods that Make Fiances Better.
I'll give you a box of Vicks-scented tissues for your good wishes. Actually, that's a horrible present, because as I've found out now that I'm starting whatever miserable disease of my own, THEY SUCK.