He’s irritable, he won’t get up and his tone of voice is only slightly better than that of the five year-old. He wants soup, he wants more medicine and he asks for odd things late at night. He’s difficult, demanding and altogether more petulant than you’ve ever had to deal with and you find yourself wondering where is the man you married? Who is this stranger? He’s My Husband And he has the flu. There’s been this nasty virus running rampant through our house. I am so ready to tent the building and start wearing facial masks. The virus begins … Continue reading →