Last night when I got home from work I came down with a violent, splitting headache. It was obviously the accumulation of the days stresses racing around paying for yearbooks, taking kids to tutors,and working in between. It was 6:30 when I got home from the market and as I was about to make dinner my head started to pound. I took three Advil and laid down on my bed hoping the pain would go away. It didn’t . I called Paul who was working late to get ready for a business trip today.

“Paul, I don’t feel well.” I told him.  “I’m lying down with a terrible headache. When you come home can you please make dinner?”

“I’m on my way.” He assured me. “What are we having for dinner?”

I told him I bought some Italian sausages, some bread to heat in the oven, there was salad in the fridge  and  some pasta in the butler pantry. I had faith that he could find everything and make  dinner.

When Paul arrived home he came into the bedroom to check on me. He covered me with a blanket and rubbed my neck and shoulders. That along with my nap and triple dose of Advil  made me feel  much better. I reminded him again where everything was in the kitchen and went back to sleep. When I woke up I felt all better and was starving. I went into the kitchen to check on him and this is what I found.

A pot of water was boiling on the stove and it was filled with egg noodles. I guess he didn’t find the spaghetti. Egg noodles with marina sauce?? That was not nearly as bad as the concoction he was brewing in the frying pan. He found some left over chicken (that I, with my fear of food poisoning would have thrown out) and was sauteing along with some left over corn that he shaved off the cob (that I would have also thrown  out). He covered the whole thing with a jar of Alfredo sauce. The most I can say about it was that it was very white.

Everything else was delicious. As we sat on the couch afterward I told him how much I appreciated him making dinner. He smiled forlornly and said, “Nobody ate the chicken.”