Wanted: Pool Boy

The Knight went back to working full time as of yesterday. I'm still on the fence about this, mostly because he won't let me hire someone to do all the things he's been doing around the house.

Maybe it's because I keep calling this person "the poolboy."

Anyway, he left for his second day of working like a grown up and I stayed at home with a horrible migraine that started in my sleep. I'm pretty sure dreaming yourself into a migraine is a feat only I can produce, but as valiantly as I tried to get rid of it and get ready for work, it was ferocious and it won.

(Even after 1600mgs of Ibuprofen coupled with Imitrex and metaclopramine.)

Don't try this at home, kids.

Taking into consideration the fact that I no longer have someone who can really drop everything and pick me up when I've worked myself blind and retching, I decided a sick day was in order.

I also decided that what I really need is a stay at home husband. This crap of him going off to work every day is crimping my style. Sure, this week it's just having to wake myself up on time to get to work, but pretty soon he'll be too tired to make dinner, do the laundry, or worse: put out.

Y'all, today I had to leave the house while I was sick to go get more drugs.

Thus proving a man's place is in the home.