I was ill this morning. I don’t get ill, not since I stopped eating all the tasty stuff four years ago (I miss you bread!!). However, I may have gluten-ed myself somehow. It’s like getting flu, energy through the floor, aching joints and stomach that looks like I’m five months gone.
For some reason this seemed to piss off my (current) husband. Who not only had to be prompted to ask if I was OK, but then proceeded to stomp around shouting at dogs (they’re ours, not random), slamming doors and moaning about hair pins on the floor (I have two daughters too, we all own hair). No offer of ‘stay in bed, I got this’ not even ‘let me at least make their packed lunches’. Why is it that there is no question that I was still gonna do all the school runs, walk dogs etc and go to work?? I mean I would’ve said no if he offered to stay at home and take care of OUR children. It’s just the sentiment.
Anyway I’m home now and back in bed.