Sick Days

My hubby has been home sick for the past two days. Nothing serious thankfully but it got a bit worrisome there for a bit. Despite my kid's opinion, he is not superman and does get sick now and then. The real trick is getting him to surrender to the illness and stay home for a day, or two, to heal vs fighting it for a week or more. He is a very loyal person and hates calling in sick. So, the once per year (twice at max) that he gives in to my pleading to stay home and rest, I like to treat him like a king. You know, make it worth it for him. So, the past two days have been King Day in my house. Breakfast in bed, round the clock beverage service, full control of the remote, massages twice a day and a restaurant style menu to choose from. (I've mentioned before how warped I am right? Do you get it now?) With treatments like that I truly don't understand why the man doesn't call in sick more often. I guess it’s a testament to his work ethic that he doesn't. I imagine its one of those things that would get old pretty fast. At least on my part. I really enjoy taking extra special care of him on King days. It makes me feel good to spoil him, but I can see how it would wear out pretty fast. Who knows what he’d find hidden in his food, or laced in his drink. Ok, just kidding, but you know what I mean.

Can I just say though, I want a sick day! Or maybe the more appropriate wish is: I want a wife.