I have spent the week alone here in Texas while my husband enjoyed his annual male bonding experience in South Carolina. He goes hunting with his friends there every year. And visits the property we own where I desperately want to build our retirement home. Like tomorrow! Sigh.
Good news is he will be home soon and arrives at the closer airport. I won't have to drive across Houston in the rain, but rather will make a fifteen minute ride down the freeway. It is lonely around here! I will be glad to see him. The bad news? He's bringing home something almost as bad as a deer--an illness. I feel bad for him. He was sick most of September with a terrible virus and now is sick again. And I feel bad for me too. Number one, I might catch it and I am very fatigued right now (thank you, fibromyalgia and Lyme, but I hate you!). Number two is probably worse.
Anyone familiar with this male sickness syndrome? How do you handle this kind of behavior without wearing yourself out and getting sick yourself? I have until this afternoon. HELP!