Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The Man Cold
But for some reason my husband expects me to stick toilet paper up my nose, drink some tea and get on with it. I get no sympathy. There is laundry to fold, dinner to be made, and he has some heavy duty video games to play-- A$$. I could be sicker then a dog and one minute he will tell me to relax, and the next he is complaining about the house being a mess and how he has had to do evvverrything (insert whiny tone here). On the other hand when he is sick it is the end of the freakin world. I call it the man cold! You know when men are sick, they expect us to do everything for them, while the snivel and cough on the couch. When I am sick I unpack the dishwasher, I make my own tea, I do it all, but when he is sick, its over. All I hear is I am so sick, I don't want to do anything. But when I am sick all I get is complaints about how he has so much to do.
So this morning when I woke up and my throat felt like I ate a weed wacker for breakfast, I immediately wished I was a man so I could call the boss tell her I ain't coming, and sit down on the couch where I could watch wonderful daytime TV, but I am sorry Ellen, Day's, Oprah and all my day time TV friends, I am not a man, so I have work to do.