I have a baby at home today. Not The Baby, but A baby. A BIG baby.
The Man has come down with a cold and is A BIG BABY!
I don’t understand how men, can get the same cold as a woman, or a REAL baby for that matter and still ACT like such a baby!
I know, I’m going to be killed for talking about it, but wow, it’s one of those things that’s always bugged and amazed me at the same time.
My ex used to sniffle and carry on, saying that he just got SICKER than I did. Hmmm… pretty sure that’s not the case, but if he wanted to think so… more power to him.
“Can you get be sub juice or tea, I’b too weak?” (Insert nasally accent here)
*sigh*
My other thoughts about men being sick are these…
* They need to just take some cold medicine and shut it.
* They need to go lay down somewhere so we don’t have to hear the sniffling.
* They want you to bring them something to drink, and then they don’t like it.
* They won’t take NyQuil during the day.
* They want you to know just how much sicker they are than you are/were.
* They don’t want to take the day off, but then talk about how they should.
* They call you a half dozen times at work to remind you to bring home “sub juice”.
* They want you to cook homemade chicken soup even if YOU are sick too.
* They can’t just stop fighting it and be sick.
* They can’t stop telling us their symptoms, for the 8th time in an hour.
* They can’t blow their noses in anything BUT tissues, toilet paper is too rough.
* They keep you awake all night listening to them moan, groan, toss, turn, and cough.
Who mothered all these men? I realize that it wasn’t MY mother who would make them drink Slippery Elm Bark tea. If they did, they would be like my siblings and I, going to school just to avoid having to drink the stuff that woman used to make us drink when we were sick.
Of course, this is the same woman whose standing rule was: “If you aren’t bleeding, vomiting more than once, or there isn’t a bone protruding from your skin, you’d best get to school”.
So, later today, I will have two babies at my house.
*sigh*
Monday, June 4, 2007
Big Baby
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2 comments:
You forgot about "Father John's Cold Medicine". That would make a sick child get well before they could say "I don't feel so good." A sick man is much worse and will require all the noxious stuff you can find.
I remember when the ex had the chicken pox (yes, at a very late age) and I had the flu. He whinned and moaned about how sick he was and could I get him "sub juice".
Big fat baby.
Blah.
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