The flubug.

It invaded my house over the weekend. First Hayden, then Griffin, (both sons), then me. Today, my husband Greg was miserable.

Boy, are men and women different when it comes to getting sick.

At one point, Greg was laying in bed moaning about how bad he felt.

I agree. It’s not fun.

I was standing across our bedroom gathering laundry. The phone on the bedtable rang. I should also add that the phone was sitting RIGHT BESIDE GREG. He literally could have reached it without having to even stretch out his arm.

Instead, Greg musters up enough energy to say…

“The phone is ringing.”

By all means, let me get that, honey.

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