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Blargh
My husband was pretty sick with a nasty cold last week. He's nearly better now, but not quite a 100%.
He doesn't deal well with being anything less than a 100% healthy and, because of this, he has been driving me batshit insane for the last three days.
Moping, complaining, sighing, coughing like he's got consumption and generally dragging his ** around the house and being a total pain in the **.
While he was sick, I did all the cleaning, cooking, slept on the couch so he could sleep well and toss and turn to his heart's content, went out to fetch pills and cough syrup. I didn't mind because he was really quite sick.
Now? I just made him go buy groceries by himself so I could have a few minutes of peace and quite instead of putting up with his sullen, moody, rude self.
I love my husband dearly, I do, but dear lord I'd sure like to smother him.
Oh, you're doing a fine job of smothering him. I'm guessing you have him on such a tight leash he can't even remember back to the day he sported a pair of **. But your relentless efforts to whip him into shape will eventually pay off.