I'd better not get it!

The hubby came home from his business trip yesterday....sick. Said he was getting a cold. He seemed fine last night, just looked like he had a 4 day hangover. He went to bed early. I ended up staying up until about 11:00, since Morgan had 4 friends spend the night....but couldn't get to sleep until after midnight because they wouldn't let Libbie, the dog who sleeps on the couch in the basement down there, because "she hogs the couch" (hey, it's her bed!). Therefore, she barked at every little thing, which caused Chester, the little guy who sleeps with me, to jump off the bed and start barking too. Then Ashley got home at midnight, she made the girls let Libbie downstairs and I finally got to go to bed *and* get to sleep. Fast forward (and it was fast!) to 6:00 a.m. this morning. The hubby is now coughing so hard, the whole bed is shaking. He gets up and puts his robe on because he's freezing. He asks if we had cold meds. I have to search a little before I finally find Nyquil and Dayquil caplets. Then he asks for a glass of water, like he's too sick to get outta bed or something! So, I get him the glass of water and climb back into bed myself. He's coughing, then I hear Libbie, she's scratching at the basement door, evidently she thinks she really has to potty or something! So, once again, I climb outta bed, put all 3 dogs outside, let them back in and go get my pillow. I figure I can just sleep on the couch. Yea, sure.....Libbie is a "barker"....she barks at everything. I finally decided I'd take a nap this afternoon. But now it's almost 4:00......I think I'll just go to bed early tonight. In the guest bedroom.