
Just wanted to share a quick funny story with you all. Last night my dear husband started to feel sick and had a very bad headache. I figured he must be getting a head cold and told him to take a sudafed. At about this time Little E got a poopy diaper and I asked him to come help me get her into the tub because we have really been fighting some diaper rash. So he hurried to find the sudifed, took it, and came to help me get her to bed.
About twenty minutes later he came out and collapsed on the couch. I figured he was finally getting hit by the sudafed and would feel better in about an hour. I went downstairs to make a phone call and work on some things for my business (leg warmers and wraps).
Finally I heard some bumpings upstairs and came up to find him and see if he wanted to watch an episode of something. He wasn't on the couch, he was in bed now... out like a light. I woke him up and asked if he just wanted to sleep through the night because if not he needed to get up for awhile or he would be up really late. He just kind of grunted at me and I left him to sleep in peice.
I ended up awake until 12:30 freezing strawberries that were all about to go bad (they had been on a great sale an I ran out of time the day before).
Finally I got into bed to find him still asleep, wearing his clothes. I made him change into pjs and then we both went to bed.
He just called me from the car on the way to work. He said while he felt great he thinks he knows what happened. Instead of taking sudafed like I had told him he mistakenly took Sleep Aid. :)
But since he feels better maybe sleep really is the best medicine?
Lesson of the day: Maybe husbands, like children, need supervision when they medicate themselves. Lol