Love/Sick, Sick/Love

As ecstatic as I was to see him walk through the door a few minutes early on that crazy Monday, I was not thrilled with the slumped shoulders and lackadaisical “Hi…” I was even less thrilled with the “I don’t feel good” that followed. I was even less thrilled with the fever that consumed him a few hours later. I hated to miss my girls’ night out see him suffering. Plus, I knew that I wouldn’t be far behind.


There’s something you must know about my husband. He’s kind of a girl. As in he’s way more into the snuggling, loving touches, and all around general affection than I am. It’s sweet, really. Endearing. I love him for it. He just doesn’t have the same personal space requirements that I do. Sometimes sitting next to one another, my hand resting [what I think is] lovingly on his leg, is enough for me. 


But not for him. Especially when he’s sick. And when he’s sick? It totally grosses me out.


Now I know what you’re thinking: that it’s just plain irresponsible to get all lovey dovey on someone when you’re carrying an infectious disease. But I chalk it up to him just needing some extra attention, and when he needs attention, he gives attention. Besides, who am I to deny a sick man his desire to be comforted by his super hot wife?


Unfortunately, I’m much less fun (than usual) to snuggle with. All I can think is, “I. Cannot. Get. Sick.” Because I can’t. Moms to three small children do not get days off. With every hot breath on the back of my neck, all I can see are the tiny, creepy crawly germs spilling out of his mouth, flooding into my hair,  attacking my immune system like the flesh eating scarabs in The Mummy.


So gross. 


But I lay there with him. Because he’s miserable and wants some comfort. Because he needs me more than the laundry does. Because I love him.


And because I know that when I get it, he’ll be there to take care of me, but not snuggle with me. Because he knows I won’t want to.

Mama's Losin' It


This was written in response to a writing prompt from Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. The prompt was “Husbands: A post that hopefully will not get you in trouble.” Follow the button to read more awesome posts to this and other prompts.


And in case you’re wondering…I did get the sickness. For half a day. Not nearly the pampering opportunity I was hoping for.

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14 Comments

  1. Definitely got the creeps when you described his hot germy breath on your neck. Hopefully I'll be so understanding of and gracious towards my husband someday…but I'm not so sure. Kudos to you for being sweet about it!

  2. My least favorite scene in The Mummy. I'm reliving the horror all over again. stopping in from Mama Kat's

  3. How sweet of you…..and thank goodness mine is exactly like me and wants to be left alone. 🙂 Stopping by from Mama Kat's

  4. Oh, thank goodness mine is not a sick snuggler. My kids are, though. Germy little things.

    (Does that make me sound bad?) 😉

  5. My husband does not want me anywhere near him when he is sick. Really I think the reason is because he knows that if I get sick he will have to take care of the kids and the house and everything else I have to do and he does not like that. So he locks himself in a room by himself and suffers in lonesome misery.

  6. My husband is not a snuggler. At all. And when he's sick I'm SO grateful for it.

    My favorite part of this? Regretting having to miss girl's night out, ahem, I mean see him suffering 😉

  7. NESSLAY TOOLOHSE! Thanks for stopping by! And really really, that batch of cookies was the shit. Can I curse on your blog comments? It's not like there's a way I can go back and get rid of those letters. Heh.

  8. Hi there! Hopping over from Kelly's Break Room where I read your comment about the "poop glue" holding the toilet plunger fast to the floor. I figured someone who knows about the poop glue is someone I need to be reading! Thanks for the giggles!

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