Today I am shattered.
I have had a sleepless night, and not because I had a couple of glasses of wine at a friends house yesterday evening, but by the fact that hubby's hayfever has returned with vengence. we all suffer from hayfever, but Hubbys is the worst out of all of us - something that I get the blame for because apparently before he met me he never got it - there is logic there somewhere though be dammed if I can find it!
Two months ago I got him his hayfever pills as any dutiful, loving wife would (yeah right) and told him to start taking them. He refused, afterall his hayfever always starts up in February and goes on until end of September, and yet there had been no sign of it so as far as he was concerned it was going to by pass him this year.
Unfortunately not.
So there I was last night lying in bed, while he sneezed, blew his nose, coughed for England, complained that his throat was sore and kept getting in and out of bed. Eventually at two this morning he went downstairs to get himself a drink and to (his words)"give me a break" which lasted all of 5 mins. By this time I am wide awake and wanting another pint of water to drink so now I am up and down all night, muttering under breath. This is not helped by the fact it was a very warm night and I wonder why I didn't bring the fan to bed with me as I was so uncomfortable!
He has now, I am pleased to say, taken his tablet, though going by past experiences it will not kick in until later in the week and this morning has gone to work with swollen eyes that keep leaking, a runny nose and an itchy throat, and I couldn't help but mutter those words..........
"I told you so."
