The past two weeks have seen me come down with a cold, hubby catch the same cold or the Man Flu version of it, and then palming it back to me again. We have given up sharing the same bed as the snoring contest is simply amazing and NOBODY wins that battle. Our sex life is in the toilet as kissing requires the ability to breathe though your nose and the actual act of love-making requires one of you to get active on top which is the last thing you feel like with a head full of cotton wool and a nose that threatens to drip on your loved one in the throes of passion (it is SUCH a turn on when you have to say “hang on honey, let me blow my nose” in the middle of it all) – not the sort of blowing either one of you had in mind.
Mind you there are some pros as well so I thought I would list some that sprang to mind ūüôā
PRO                                                    CON
You don’t have to put out so often¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†

You feel guilty for not putting out so often

Even the hubby doesn’t feel up to making the¬†moves¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†

NIL – win/win ūüôā

You have lost your ability to smell dirty nappies       

Disgusting explosions are more likely to occur

You cannot smell the off food in the fridge               

Potentially gross if unexpected visitors turn up for a coffee.

Provides an excellent opportunity to clean the aforementioned fridge out without gagging      

Yay – MORE housework when you are feeling yuck

You get the entire guest bed to yourself to starfish in                                                            

The guest bedroom is next to the kids room

You cannot smell hubby’s farts¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†

Hopefully the hubby remembers not to cut loose when you regain your sense of smell and again, God help any unexpected visitors.                                                                                                                                        
You have hubby home in case Master J is napping and it is time for the school run.                   
You have hubby home, good for nothing except playing computer games, but expecting breakfast, lunch and dinner prepared every day.                                                
If you are rich you can hire a cleaner for a week or two   

You’re not, so even when you call in sick to your¬†Employers (the kids with no¬†sympathy) they laugh at you and keep on doing what they do which is eating a lot and make a mess.¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†¬†¬†
You actually appreciate the time that hubby spends at work Рits infinitely better than having him home complaining and moaning                            
You feel slightly guilty for being ever so glad to shoo him back to work when he is (almost) better.

Only slightly – I have never BEEN so glad!

Oh – and when HUSBANDS/FATHERS get a cold they become an extra child in the family but when WIVES/MOTHERS get sick they are still wives and mothers. It truly sucks.