The Snoring Dilemma

The other night I awoke not to a horrible stench like before, but to a sound much like that of a cow in heat. Trust me, I grew up on a farm, I'd know that sound anywhere! Sadly, like the stench, this too was coming from the husband. Not knowing what else to do, I shook him till he rolled over which unfortunately turned the steady moo like snoring into raspy pig like snorts that were twice as loud. I gave up, grabbed as many blankets as I could and resigned myself to the couch. Good thing we have a comfy couch, he has a sinus infection so it looks like I will be spending the next couple of nights there. It's funny how men's prospective on themselves can change in an instant. Before he went to the doctor the husband insisted he was fine, that it was just a little cold and nothing to fuss about. He refused to take the dayquil I left out for him and wanted nothing to do with the homemade chicken noodle soup I offered to make but as soon as the doctor told him that it's a sinus infection he suddenly became completely helpless. All he wants now is to be babied, obviously I already did the whole maternal "let me take care of you" thing and am just a little over it. We'll see how it goes.