Sick

I started getting sick on Tuesday evening. I still don't know it was but it's holding on. The worst part about it is the congestion. Headache has been annoying to say the least. Aching hasn't helped things much. Neither has more dismissive attitudes towards me. Despite feeling like crap this week, I still got myself and the children up. Even on my birthday which oddly enough was my worst feeling day out of all the thus far. Still picked up kids. Still ran errands. Still trying to do things around the house. Speaking of which, a BIIIIIGGGGGG list was put on the whiteboard in the hallway of things to do. Not sure it was a silent message or just a list to organize thoughts. Either way, I got things done on the list in a couple of days on top of getting other things done. I did what I could on that list. Which was about a third of it I think. That list has been up now for a couple of weeks I believe, and he has yet to touch a thing on it. Today is Saturday. I'm still sick and since it was weekend I didn't feel the need to get up and out of bed early. Last night was a rough night for trying to get some sleep. All these past night have been. I took my meds and couldn't get to sleep until the middle of the morning. I come in and take some meds this late morning, to be "greeted" with non acknowledgement and attitude when she finds some sort of shared of something in the garbage disposal. No hello. No good morning. Just like any other day. If it was her, totally fine. But because of the original circumstances of how I came to be here, that gets loomed over my head always. I don't know what time she got up this morning. So she made some breakfast. Big deal. But she can huff around right? She makes the rules right?