He's Better Than Me

Colt's been sick recently.

Instead of being a nice wife and taking good care of him, I've been condescendingly teasing him about his "man-cold."

You know. The colds that men get that put them out of commission for at least a week, but when women have the same thing, they're still completely functional.

The kind that have them slouching around the house calling after you:

"Babe...I'm sick..."

I'm the meanest.

Anyways, last night the poor boy woke up at four in the morning with a coughing fit that wouldn't stop. He ended up sleeping on the couch so he wouldn't keep me awake, since I had to leave for work by 7:00 a.m.

Instead of getting up and helping him out, this morning I stormed around the house because I was grumpy about having to go to work when it was still dark outside. And because we've been super busy lately, and I was tired.

And because I didn't have enough time to eat breakfast.

Or do my hair.

Or dry my underclothing completely.

Or make lunch.

And I had to run over to my other school to get supplies before going to the Jr. High.
I'm also catching Colt's cold.
And the car was very low on gas, and I did not have time to stop and get any before work. I crossed my fingers for the entire 20 minute drive (I made it).

Ugh. Life is just so lame sometimes, you know?

Nobody should have to leave the house on a cold morning wearing slightly damp underclothing.

Anyways, Colt decided to get a little extra sleep and go into work late, so maybe I was a little bit jealous. His job allows him to actually be a human being and occasionally get sick without consequence. My job requires that I make up every second that I miss. Being sick is not allowed.

Colt texted after I left to make sure I was ok, and I went ahead and whined to my sick husband about why I was such an uncompassionate grump this morning.

Two and a half hours later...

 Colton shows up at my work with a lunch, some medicine, cough drops, a sweet note, and a big hug.  

Colt is such a good person.
I don't mean to brag. I just honestly don't know very many people like him. He's one of a kind. 

Sometimes, I feel a little sad for all the years that I didn't know him.