i love him......

Just wanting to complain and cry and grumble...I hate that about myself. I hate that I want to. Everyone has been sick and now its my turn, but I don't want one. Who will cook cheap good food? Who will do dishes? Who will watch the children? I suppose things will get really messy and the house will smell stale and the kids will watch to many movies and I'll come out of a feverish stupor feeling guilty. But life will go on and things will eventually get done. I want to be the strong one, the one who carries on in the midst of trouble. Nothing gets the strong one down and the strong one never feels like grumbling or complaining. But today I am not the strong one and I wanted to complain about it...