Loved "man flu." So true and so frustrating. I have retired to my bedroom for the night. I told DH he needs to take DD to daycare tomorrow, and he snapped at me. We sort of got into it, I tried to stay cool, explaining that I was frustrated because this had been going on all week and I felt unwell and tired all of the time. He said, "I think there's a difference between not feeling well and being sick." Aaaaaand that was enough for me. I'm going to sleep and work this off. And I swear this is the end of my cranky marital play-by-play for tonight.
I have to read, like, so much Chaucer in the next two days. It may be time for Cliffnotes.