So it's not been the best Christmas. No major tragedies, illnesses, houseful of badly behaved relatives.
Me. Husband. Return of daughter who moved away in September to start first 'proper' adult job.
Since mid-December Husband has been ill. He got a urine infection after having some tests for surgery that he will need to have in the New Year. The infection has been unpleasant for him. He's been feverish. The first lot of antibiotics didn't clear the infection, so I had to take him to a primary care place just before Xmas for a second lot. On Xmas Day he insisted on contributing to making dinner, and promptly cut his thumb badly tried to deal with the wound himself and bled all over the fresh towels I'd put down. On Boxing Day he came down with a heavy cold.
My daughter has been quite helpful with cooking and clearing up, so it's not been as hard work as it might have been. But I've been the one dealing with buying fresh sticking plasters and fresh supplies of herb tea - he decided to abstain from caffeine as well as alcohol - while on batch 2 of tablets. My husband has wanted to talk a lot about his physical symptoms, and while I've tried to be supportive it's not the liveliest form of conversation.
This morning he's been a bit better and so wanted to make breakfast. But when he's not 100% he does this bizarre ultra-fussy not listening thing. So the conversation went as follows.
Me: Just make whatever you fancy making for breakfast.
Him: Yes, but what do you want?
Me: I said just make what you want.
Him: starts to recite long list of possible breakfast ingredients in stock.
Me: (to try and bring recitation to close) You could use the egg yolk. The one from that cracked egg yesterday.
Him: Right. (Nods. pause, while he does some more thinking. Then in helpful enthusiastic tone) Okay. Do you want me to use the cracked egg from yesterday as well....?
It was the straw that broke my camel's back. Fortunately I'm off out in a bit.