The MPB’s Are Sick
Yes, we are both down and out. Evidently the stress of the last few weeks has caught up with us.
I seem to have some sort of chest cold. So my days (and nights) are spent coughing.
Mr. MPB seems to have of head cold. So, he’s a giant ball of boogers.
The two of us, we are nothing but delightful right now.
But here’s the difference. I’m sitting at my desk working bright and early this morning. Mr. MPB is fast asleep snoring like some sort of wild hippopotamus.
You see, Mr. MPB has a man cold. Which somehow means his illness is akin to death and continual whining is mandatory. He can no-longer function like a normal human being. He seems to have regressed to the state of a 3 year old who cannot get his own tea, his own vitamins, his own lunch or even run upstairs to get his own socks. Evidently, having a man cold removes all responsibility from his shoulders.
And the worst part is that a girl cannot have a man cold. Apparently no matter how sick I am, I cannot possibly be as sick as he is because he I cannot catch a man cold. So, even though I’m sick too, I am currently working and running around taking care of him.
I can tolerate man colds when I am healthy, but when I’m sick too… Well, that’s like watching the perfect storm brewing in the distance.
I love him, but right now my patience is wearing.
Please let us get healthy before a crack of lightning strikes our house!
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