An Introspective: On Having a Cold and a Husband

Do you ever take a fanciful flight of imagination and wonder what life would be like if it were different?

I know, that’s a broad statement. Bear with me.

This past Saturday, as I spent the day deep in the satisfaction of chopping and mixing and prepping and cooking, pulling together a fabulous Thanksgiving dinner, the Husband was shivering on the couch, caught in the grip of a cold that pulled him deep into a fever by the end of the night. I may have babied him a little bit, catered to his every need – a cup of tea, a snack, disciplining the puppy so he didn’t have to, tucking the blanket a little tighter around his feet. I did my best to spoil him.

I’m sure you can see where this is going. Two days later, the tables were turned. I was the one coming home early from work to lay out on the couch and not move because my head felt like it was ripping itself in half and the congestion in my sinuses was doubling with every moment that passed. He made me hot chocolate (with Kahlua!) and a leftover-chicken sandwich, then let me pick the movies for the night. He even walked the dogs this morning, cheerfully taking my turn so I and my oversized head could rest for an extra 45 minutes.

I love this man.

But what if my life were different? I would be suffering through this cold on my own.

(Actually, if you want to be really nit-picky, in reality, I wouldn’t be suffering through this cold at all. No doubt, though, I would suffer through a cold at some point. And I would be doing it on my own.)

Probably, I would survive. In all likelihood, I would even be mostly happy. Maybe I would have a living room like this:

And a bedroom like this:
I can’t say that life would suck without the Husband. After all, there are far too many people out there who are proving that statement wrong. Life would probably be pretty good as a single woman in the big city. I would decorate with far bolder colours, and maybe a little extra pink. Everything would be messy all the time, so not photogenic. I would be living in an apartment, in all likelihood, paying rent instead of a mortgage, and spending most of my disposable income instead of saving for renovations and knocking out house debt as fast as I can. Life would be different – not better, not worse, just different. 
And, when I get a cold, I’ll have to get my cups of tea myself, and allow the house to go to shit around me when I succumb to the energy drain. It’s easier to survive the tough stuff together. 
So, now you know why I’ve been MIA for the past few days! I’ve missed you guys, but sometimes, lying out on the couch and not moving is more important than coming up with something to blog about. 
Do you ever think about how different your home would be if you didn’t have another person to worry about in decorating it? 

0 thoughts on “An Introspective: On Having a Cold and a Husband

  1. Two are better than one,
    because they have a good return for their labor:
    10 If either of them falls down,
    one can help the other up.
    But pity anyone who falls
    and has no one to help them up.
    11 Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
    But how can one keep warm alone?
    12 Though one may be overpowered,
    two can defend themselves.
    A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.

  2. Hope you're feeling better! I would have a lot more aqua and red and dangley crystal chandeliers, for starts! But no one to take care of me when sick, which I love, even more than romantic chandeliers I suppose. haha

  3. Aww – Hope you feel better soon!
    As one of those single women living in the city (well, I have a BF, but we don't live together) I can say that sometimes it would be nice to have someone to help out if I'm under the weather, but then again, I'm not exactly sure I really want him to see me all stuffed up and splotchy 😉

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