So while I am beyond happy to be feeling better . . .
My poor husband is now down for the count. This poor, sad little sight is what I came home to from work this afternoon.
I asked this on twitter when I got home:
What’s worse? Being sick yourself or coming home to a sick husband on your first day back from work.
The poor guy is a trooper and in general handles being sick pretty darn well, but I tried to make my wifely duties proud and take care of him tonight.
Make his favorite mea:
- half a green pepper
- half a yellow onion, sauteed and blackened before
- one yellow beat steamed
- mozzarella cheese
- crust from sprouts
While Zach certainly has the pizza making down, mine wasn’t so bad if I do say so myself.
He’s done such a great job of taking care of me this week, it was almost nice to pay him back and do wifely duties.
The poor animals are a bit confused about what’s going on around this house though 🙂
Guess what I won! A box of my FAVORITE thinkThin creamy peanut butter bars. I know I’m trying to eat real foods, and less processed goodies. But these are my absolutely favorite. And quite frankly, the stats aren’t bad. 20 grams of protein and 0 grams of sugar. Not.Too.Shabby.
Thanks thinkThin for sending me the loot! You can be confident that I’ll love every.single.bite 🙂
And now, it’s time to return to my poor sick boy and enjoy the chocolate I brought home to cheer him up. (All while watching THE CARDINALS of course)
Mexican Dark Chocolate discs for him
And a spicy dark bar for me — along with a lot of H20 of course.
I am hopeful that I can get a good run in tomorrow morning. Of course, my FIRST priority is my health, and the second I feel pain, weird, exhausted, then I will stop and respect what my body needs.
You all know I’ll let you know how it goes.
Have a great Friday night all.
Question of the Night: What’s worse? You being sick, or your loved ones?
It’s a tough one, but my poor boy is SO pitiful I have to say it’s worse to see him sick.