I am still sick. I thought I was getting better, and I got a rather rough retaliation this morning. I coughed from 3:00 a.m. to 4:00 a.m. only to get up at 6:00 a.m. to get ready for work. Bleh. I first went downstairs, but my constant coughing could still be heard upstairs in the master bedroom. Around 3:30 a.m. my husband stumbles down the stairs, not to fuss, but to help. He started to fix coffee and try to get me to take a tablespoon of honey before my coffee.
Apparently Trae thought it was 6:30 a.m. not 3:30 a.m. Between coughs and grasping for breath, I had to answer all of Trae’s questions (Are you alright? What can I do? Have you had anything to drink? Do you need a cough drop?) and convince him that it was not time to be awake and drinking coffee. I couldn’t be mad at his questioning because his motives were sweet and full of concern. At 3:30 a.m. it is hard to remind yourself not to be upset with your spouse’s endless questioning as you sit there grasping for breath. All Trae was trying to do were little things to help me feel better: coffee and cough drops.Continue Reading