Dear Craig,
Seven years ago we began dating and four years ago we took the oh so refreshing plunge and got married. We’ve never looked back. I never could have guessed that so early in our marriage I would be sponge bathing you and changing your socks. It is one thing to be frockling in the tub together but this is far from fun for me. But you already knew that because of the sweat pouring down my face and the crazed look in my eyes when I am cleaning you up.
The first day home from your surgery I went out to find the oh so necessary raised toilet seat, bath chair and grab bars. As I was standing in the pharmacy looking at all of the devices for assisted living, I could not help but think that I was far to young to be doing this. Thankfully it is only for a few short months and you will be back to your strong, healthy self.
You do try your best with the restrictions that you have. Neatly piling all of the old newspapers and junk mail on the dining table for me to take to the garbage. The way you say, “Thank you Baby” when I serve your lunch, your dinner, your snacks and bring you fresh water. At least you have moved from the bed to the dining room and now the living room. I think you would enjoy it far too much if you were getting your meals in bed. I, on the other hand, would have to kill you and find somewhere to bury the body.
I especially like how you encouraged me whilst I donned the disposable gloves and tackled the fricken kitty litter. You did good by not laughing to damn hard as I suffocated in the fumes. I guess it is pay back for the all years that you have cleaned up their shit, literally.
I was really loving you when you laughed your ass off at me while I cleaned up Molson’s vomit on our living room rug. As I gagged and threatened to spew my own chunks, I loved the “I’m sorry baby, but I just can’t do it” comment coming from the lounging chair in the living room. You do realize that once you are back in tip top shape these little chores will be yours again.
Well, honey, as I am now offically the bread winner in this family and the only one getting up and going to work each day, I better get to it.
Love, Nic.
p.s. I would never actually kill you. I love you far too much.
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Thanks for it all, baby. I know you are doing the chores that are “less” desirable, but it won’t be long until I am back on my feet and able to chip in again.
Too funny Nicole….lol…kitty litter is actually not supposed to be good for baby. Just so ya know. But, funny how the roles are reversed. Good 4 the soul to take care of our loved ones!
Love you guys
That is why I had disposable gloves on… that is what the books say to wear if you have no choice but to change kitty litter. They also say if you have lived with the cat(s) for a while you are prolly immune. Having said that, better safe than sorry.
You are a better woman than I…LOL!
Holy Nicole!! I wonder if when I get married, I would do all the things you are doing! Especially when you are pregnant! You are definitly a better women then I’ll ever be!
Way to go kiddoo !!
With your attitude, you shall endure and conquer !!
I find your sense of humor refreshing. Your tales from the sick bed could be published work:) Renee