I'm Floored

For the past few weeks, well it's really only been a week, I have been ripping the carpet out of the house. I know not everyone has experienced the luscious beauty of this shaggy masterpiece, so I felt the whole world should see it, in all of it's putrid glory. The floor beneath in the front of the house, is not magnificent, but it is better, and it does not smell like urine, which is always a plus.

I wanted to get more done this weekend, but my husband is ill. Personally, I would rather have a dozen sick children, than him being sick! He does not get sick often, but when he does, one would think the world was ending! He lies in bed all day and night when he is off, but insists on going to work. He refuses to visit a physician, and instead self-medicates with mucinex and alka-seltzer. He whines and whines about his cough (which I do admit sounds terrible). He wakes me in the night when he can't sleep, and gets annoyed when I'm not pleasant. I love him deeply, but right now I want to throw him into a deep hole until he is well again!