I confess:
If my husband doesn't get over his "man cold" soon, I don't know which one of us is going to come out alive. You have the sniffles; you aren't going to die. After I continually made fun of him for being such a baby, he had to go online and find proof that a man's immune system isn't as strong as a woman's and so when they get sick, they get sicker. Did he really think he needed to show me proof that women are better? Did he really think I wasn't all ready aware of that fact?
I confess:
I'm not a very good nurse to him when he is sick. Now if my kids are sick, I am Mary Freakin' Poppins. You need a drink? Got it. You want to lay around and watch movies all day? Done. You have an itch, I will scratch it. But when the husband is sick, I pretty much just tell him to get over it. Toughen up and stop your whining. You want a drink? You have legs, get it yourself? You are hungry? There is food in the kitchen.
I confess:
I find it funny that he can donate a kidney and not complain about the pain but when he has a runny nose, he thinks he is going to die. I've had the same cold for almost two weeks now and you don't hear me complaining. Now I didn't say I hadn't been complaining, but the husband's moans and groans drown out my little complaints of not feeling well. I don't want to annoy him by moaning my death bed wishes because I have the sniffles. (just wish the husband was as considerate.)
I confess:
I feel like maybe I should feel bad that I am leaving him for four days to go to the my parent's house. But he's a big boy. He'll survive, right? The two little ones and I are going to my brother's baby's blessing and Emma and I are still sick. I hate when people bring their sick kids out around other people, especially little babies. So we have our hand sanitizer, face masks, cough medicine and nebulizer all packed and ready to go with us. We are going to keep our own nasty germs to ourselves.
I confess:
I'm so ready for spring/summer to finally get here. Good bye nasty colds and coughs. Good bye jackets and socks. Good bye to feeling guilty making the kids play outside. Hello to kicking the kids outside all day and only seeing them when they need food and when I have to kiss ouchies better. Hello to popsicles and ice cream van. Hello to not having to wake up at the butt crack of down to get to Kindergarten everyday.
I confess:
I am now just rambling so I don't have to get up and get my day going. I have to pack for the weekend and get some stuff done around the house, but yet, here I sit. Typing away at the computer while Emma watches Sleeping Beauty and not wearing pants. (Emma not wearing pants, I have pants on. She can pull it off; me, not so much.)
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If my husband doesn't get over his "man cold" soon, I don't know which one of us is going to come out alive. You have the sniffles; you aren't going to die. After I continually made fun of him for being such a baby, he had to go online and find proof that a man's immune system isn't as strong as a woman's and so when they get sick, they get sicker. Did he really think he needed to show me proof that women are better? Did he really think I wasn't all ready aware of that fact?
I confess:
I'm not a very good nurse to him when he is sick. Now if my kids are sick, I am Mary Freakin' Poppins. You need a drink? Got it. You want to lay around and watch movies all day? Done. You have an itch, I will scratch it. But when the husband is sick, I pretty much just tell him to get over it. Toughen up and stop your whining. You want a drink? You have legs, get it yourself? You are hungry? There is food in the kitchen.
I confess:
I find it funny that he can donate a kidney and not complain about the pain but when he has a runny nose, he thinks he is going to die. I've had the same cold for almost two weeks now and you don't hear me complaining. Now I didn't say I hadn't been complaining, but the husband's moans and groans drown out my little complaints of not feeling well. I don't want to annoy him by moaning my death bed wishes because I have the sniffles. (just wish the husband was as considerate.)
I confess:
I feel like maybe I should feel bad that I am leaving him for four days to go to the my parent's house. But he's a big boy. He'll survive, right? The two little ones and I are going to my brother's baby's blessing and Emma and I are still sick. I hate when people bring their sick kids out around other people, especially little babies. So we have our hand sanitizer, face masks, cough medicine and nebulizer all packed and ready to go with us. We are going to keep our own nasty germs to ourselves.
I confess:
I'm so ready for spring/summer to finally get here. Good bye nasty colds and coughs. Good bye jackets and socks. Good bye to feeling guilty making the kids play outside. Hello to kicking the kids outside all day and only seeing them when they need food and when I have to kiss ouchies better. Hello to popsicles and ice cream van. Hello to not having to wake up at the butt crack of down to get to Kindergarten everyday.
I confess:
I am now just rambling so I don't have to get up and get my day going. I have to pack for the weekend and get some stuff done around the house, but yet, here I sit. Typing away at the computer while Emma watches Sleeping Beauty and not wearing pants. (Emma not wearing pants, I have pants on. She can pull it off; me, not so much.)
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12 comments:
Haha, men are SUCH babies when they're sick. My husband turns into a total grumpus. He then gets even more grumpy when I tease him and call him Mr. Grumpus.
Good for you for being so considerate and keeping the germs to yourself. Most people aren't as considerate!
Yeah, guys don't do sick well at all. And my two year old does the no pants thing way better than I do.
Too funny. Bryan and I had this same talk last night b/c I was tired of hearing him complain about his cold!
You're so right!! Men are such babies when they're sick. My SO is so helpless when he's sick. I say kudos for you learn some hard lessons :)
Yay for springtime!
Hahahaha. This was totally hilarious!! Especially since I can see every single piece of it playing out in my head. That, and well, our house is the exact same way.
You know, some day I am going to play along on these. I love them! ... Someday....
Haha, that is so funny about your husband being sick. I TOTALLY know what thats like. I'm like, well suck it up already. It's not a big deal.
Love your confessions...pretty funny stuff.......I'm going to follow you! Men are babies....my dad would actually moan when he was sick...he was such a wussie! HAHA
I'm dying for summer to get here, too! I hope your husband feels better soon, for both your sakes.
Man colds are so much worse on the wife!
My son is not bad at all when he gets sick so I hope that he will be one of those rare men who aren't complete whimps about colds or little pains. Sure hope he learns to wait on a sick wife hand and foot. :) My girls on the other hand are big babies when they are sick. I wonder if it'll all turn around when they're older.
Hope you're all better at your house soon and that you enjoy your trip!
Yeah, I hate it when my husband is sick. It's like it's death creeping in slowly. I hate it.
So witty, I love it! I hear ya on all accounts!
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