Okay, knowing that I am not the only wife who gets a little irritated at sick husbands has brought me great comfort. I think Husband was mostly unaware of my frustration. He realized I was a little on edge, but chalked that up to the kids. He woke this morning feeling well enough to go to work, so I would say he is on the way to recovery. He is supposed to pitch in a baseball game tomorrow, and I know he won't let anything get in the way of that. So I expect a full recovery in the next twelve hours.
After putting the kids to bed last night I headed out the door for a little fix. I went straight to the bookstore. Y'all--without even really browsing the shelves I saw at least 10 books I wanted to buy. I have an addiction and it is fed by bookstores, libraries, and paperbackswap.com. I bought two books for myself and one for the kids. I bought A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini and A Girl Named Zippy by Haven Kimmel. I have started the second book and it is fun. I love memoirs, especially those written in the form of lots of short stories. A good, quick read is what I am after sometimes. For the kids I bought the first book in the Little House series. We just finished reading Charlotte's Web (watching the movie tonight) and I wanted to have something ready to read. My girls might be a little young to really get it all, but I am looking forward to reading with them. The good thing is, they don't mind if we skip a few nights here and there.
So, Husband is recovering and so am I. Despite appearances I try not to be a selfish creature most of the time. Thanks for letting me know I was not alone.