We all know what a "man-flu" is. But, in case you live under a rock, or somehow escaped having a partner who often succumbs to this debilitating illness, the man-flu is when a woman and a man end up with the same exact flu bug BUT... the dude is down for the count. He's the sickest he has ever been. He's actually the sickest person in the world. It hurts him to blink.
Yes, it's annoying.
Over the weekend I caught a disgusting flu bug and was down.for.the.count. It's times like that when you really realize what kind of a person your spouse is. When you are at your most disgusting, wheezy, snotty, needy, coughy, and miserable.
It doesn't take a monumental moment or event to make me realize how lucky I am to have married Aaron. He's the best husband ever. Like whoa. I know I've sung Aaron's praises a MILLION times on this blog but, I think there are just some things that need to be said over and over again.
Now, those who know me (well) know that I am, by no stretch of the imagination, the kind of person who will hold up a sign advertising free hugs. I'm quite content with the obligatory holiday hug. I don't need to be fawned over, waited on, or spoiled.
Unless I'm sick. Then drop everything. Hold me, rub me, massage me, pet my hair, and make me toast. I get the full on "man flu." Yes, yes, it's true. I'm not afraid to admit it. I become a baby when I'm sick... and only when I'm sick. Remember, this is coming from the girl who gave birth without so much as a Tylenol.
Aaron eats this up. He loves to be needed and he loves to take care of me. While I love to soak up the spoils when I feel like death, I would be remiss if I didn't point out that, not only does Aaron anticipate my needs but, he goes above and beyond. The proof?
J: (said with a stuffy nose- after waking up in the middle of the night) "Babe?"
A: (sleeping)
J: (scratching at his leg with my toe-talon) "Babe?"
A: "Yeah, love?"
J: "Can I have a popsicle?"
A: "Sure." (gets out bed and goes downstairs to the freezer and comes back empty handed.)
J: "Where's my popsicle?"
A: (settling back into bed) "We don't have any... and it's 1:30. Hannaford is closed."
J: "CVS is open 24 hours."
A: (gets up and gets dressed.)
Yes, my husband drove to CVS to get me popsicles at 1:30 in the morning when he had to go to work in just a few hours. That's love.
And before he left for work that morning he said, "Would you like for me to put in one of your sick movies?"
On Monday I stayed home from work (my Nanny came in, thankfully.) I pretty much slept all day and into the evening. When he came home from work and sent Nanny home he totally took care of everything. I don't even know what he and Toby did but, I didn't hear from either of them until about 6:30 when Aaron came into the bedroom and said "Hun, we're about to do the second day of his Advent Calendar. I figured you'd want to see that. Do you want to come down, or do you want me to go ahead without you?"
I mean really? Really? I must have done something in a previous life to deserve this guy.
So, it must be said:
Aaron, love of my life, thank you for putting up with my WhoaMan flu. You're a trooper. Oui?
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