Monday Morning Flu

I have to admit that I sometimes get the Monday Morning Blues when I have to get up to go to work. I even remember getting them during High School. You know the feeling... you just want to stay in bed and sleep just a little longer - convincing yourself it must be Saturday - not Monday.

After this weekend my husband had trouble getting up for work. His head was hurting, his stomach was upset, he told me he did not get enough sleep. I said maybe you have a hangover. He informed me that he never gets hangovers - that the truth is, he thinks he is coming down with the flu! Oh, right, I forgot - the Monday morning flu - not that again!! The poor thing got dressed and took the dog out and came back and got ready for work (he was not a happy camper - Thank God he's gotten the train ride under control). I had to go to work early yesterday to cover the person not coming in that morning. Which means I got to leave at 3:30 instead of 4:30. - Not bad - I was home by 4. When I got home, I found my husband in his Jets pajama, lying on the couch covered under a quilt, drinking a coke. There was a empty beer can on the counter - (but my husband always tells me that one does not count - so to keep the peace, I did not count it). Instead I gave him some chicken soup and crackers for dinner and I did not hear a peep out of him. He feel asleep and got up to watch the ballgame. Thank God for His favor.