Admit it men, when you are sick the only thing you can deal with is being pampered by Mommy. You have been this way since you could see her from the crib. The woe is me attitude carries on into our adult lives as well.
We all no who takes the place of mommy at that point. You guessed it, our spouse. She rolls her eyes and says "let me make it better", and we eat it up like crack downtown.
Then a strange phenomenon occurs, she gets sick at the same time and it's usually worse than your own sickness. This is not acceptable. Who do I turn to? How can I survive? What do you mean you're going to bed? We can't have this, it can't be happening. Can't we call in reinforcements to the front?
The elbow to the side when the baby is crying is met with a dash to the toilet. "Honey, you're going the wrong way!" You then realize that maybe you should see if you need to hold her hair, but the child stops crying so you go back to moaning and looking for sympathy.
"Honey!", you shout as the kid starts to make that pooping grunt sound. "I think he's pooping again". Of course he has had the same stomach virus as she has, and upon learning of the sounds of diarrhea hitting the shoulders of the child she gain makes a mad dash for the safety of the cool porcelain.
You look over at the five year old and she is giving you that grin from ear to ear because she just smeared the remaining makeup and lipstick across her little brother's face. She is obviously not in the mood to assist in the operation. This being the case, she will then take her brother's only remaining operational hot wheel car and run like the wind, while he clamors after her screaming at a level that causes the now naked and stinky baby to join in the chorus.
Meanwhile, your temperature has risen about 1/100th of a degree and you are quite sure the resulting fever is the worst thing on the planet and you are wondering if a call to the CDC is in order. You must medicate this fever immediately! Now we all know that the only one in the house that knows where we keep said fever reducer is at this moment trying to sort out the shoes she just passed into the toilet, and is wondering if a safety wipe is not in order.
Please get well soon honey, I feel a scratchy throat coming on.
This, too, shall pass.
(No pun intended.)
(Okay, pun intended.)
But in a few days, you'll laugh.
Not yet though.
I'm sorry you're both ill. Virtual chicken soup and a virtual cold cloth on the head aren't much help, but if I were closer they'd be real. Take good care of each other, and tell your older kids to live on cereal and peanut butter till things get better.
I'm such a big baby when I'm sick. My wife is the exact opposite. In fact, when my wife is sick she'd rather me not even be in the house much less taking care of her or waiting on her hand and foot.
Hope you and your wife start feeling better... this time of year is too busy to be feeling bad!
So sorry you are all sick - happened to my family a couple of months ago. But love this post! I'll be back.
Get better.. I'll stop emailing the hell out of you.
I'm the biggest baby when I'm sick however I get sick like once every other year so it's ok. Gary isn't bad just a little whiny.. but nothing like me.
Everybody has a cold this time of year, G. Find the best meds you can, drink lots of fluid, rest as much as you can(cut back on blogging late at night, buddy) AND most of all, don't whine too much at Mrs. G!
Please tell your wife that I can't leave a comment on her site--is she zero boss? it says invalid blah blah. Anyway, what I wanted to tell her was--what a beautiful little girl in a very pretty dress in front of an extremely festive tree. And I wanted to tell her that the program sounded VERY interesting. Thanks, G!
It's the opposite with me and DH. I'm sick, I get taken care of. He's sick - it's every man for himself. I am not nurturing, I don't argue with that.
I think it's because I'm the youngest child and he's the oldest. He like takind care of things and I like to be pampered.
Feel better. I just got over my coughing fits.
Well, can you guys hook up the web cam so we can watch your misery?
I could be dying and dear husband (haha) has the sniffles but "he's sicker than me!" I swear he really is like a little kid when he's sick.
Feel better soon!
This is the second time your page has come up when I've surfed BlogExplosion. I feel you about the sickness. I don't get sick that often, so I count myself lucky.
Poor guy. I feel for you. Although I won't be stopping by anytime in the near future! Get well-we got a major holiday coming up quickly.
I hope you all feel better soon.
As for the woman thing...Oooooooooooh no do NOT come to me if you are sick. I can remember once when my niece spent the night she ended up having a touch of the stomach flu, and the panic I felt when I realized that *I* was the adult in the situation.
But of course I am a spoiled baby when I am sick and expect everyone to do my bidding...lol
Geez...I wish my husband would let me take care of him when he's sick but nooooooooooooooooo, "It's not that bad."
Well then...boo on you! ;)