As many of you suggested, "The Hubby" took good care of me. When I woke up sick, running a 101.5 fever, he and my son decided that this was the perfect time to build the boat they've been planning for some time now. The hubby came in stood in the bedroom doorway hollering, "Ya need anything honey??? OK, well Elliott and I will be working out back (on the back of our property). We'll have our cell phones, so call if you need anything!" All I wanted was Kleenex, a thermometer, medicine and something to drink! The next day he made me bacon, eggs and toast before going out back to work on the boat. I kept seeing a glare down the hall. He brought my plate, placed it on the far side of the bed, and tells me that he has taken a picture for me to have something to post... AND to prove that he is taking care of me!
"Anything else? Well, we're off to work on the boat for a while. We'll have our phones!"
I called down the hall, "Craig?"
He came back in, "Yes?"
"Is it the plan that the two of you stay out side until I get over this?"
He smiled and sweetly said, "Pretty much!"
BTW... Elliott took the picture of the boat in progress for me!