Fed up!

I've been sick with a cold for the past few days and I have something to say...what the frig does it take for a gal to get some TLC around here?! My husband is too concerned about getting sick himself to come anywhere near me and my thirteen year old is too involved in his, "Yes, the world DOES revolve around me thank you very much" stage to offer compassion. As a matter of fact, I was on his poop list last night when I refused to get my sick butt up out of bed to drive him to the store for a video game; "Come on! It will only take a few minutes, you won't even have to get out of the car! Don't you know I have NO games left for my Xbox?!" I finally had to kick him out of my room.

I understand fully that for the most part, females are the nurturers of this world. It's what we do, it's what comes naturally and it's what feeds our souls BUT, as I said to my husband last night, "Is it too much to think that perhaps you'd inquire as to whether I needed something? A glass of ice water perhaps? You wouldn't even need to come in the bedroom, you could pass it through the door! Or better yet, give it to our son to bring in to me, he'd be all too happy to come back in here for another shot at me.".

This has been a rough, cold, snowy winter and I'm over it. Thankfully my annual retreat is coming up in a couple of weeks and while every year I look forward to it, this year it seems like a saving grace because it's official - I've reached that mid winter place where I am fed up with everything and everyone. No...that's a lie...not everyone, just a select few!

xo,
Carrie