Last night I went out with a friend of mine. It was a real rarity. She has a little girl and has as little time as I do to go out and play. After weeks of planning we finally set a day and went out. I go the kids all ready for bed the baby was nursed the boy washed and fed. She came over and out we went. As we left my husband looked around in fear. They type of fear one can only feel when they are left alone with two tired and moderately cranky kids. But I thought hey I do this all the time. I'll just be gone for a little while. My friend and I sat down I ordered a martini and a salad I had barely taken a sip when I heard the happy little chirp of a text message being delivered. It simply said "COME HOME".
I began to hyperventilate something happened to the kids. B is sick again. S rolled off the bed. Horrible images began to fill my mind. I picked up the phone and called home.
My husband picked up, "I'm sick. I threw up." Now my husband is not three nor is he helpless but he claimed he was so sick if S were to cry he couldn't help her.
Ok... so... I paid my bill and as we waited for change we began to talk about the mysterious illnesses that plague men. My husband was always sicker than me when I had morning sickness. I would end up holding his hair back while he puked even though I was racked with nausea. He was sick when B was so sick I didn't sleep for a week straight taking care of them both. My friend began to see a similar trend in her hubby too. These are both really good guys, caring parents, great husbands and maybe just maybe they have found the way to truly be happy. Get sick so you cant help out too much at the perfect time.
Good ploy good ploy.
Happy Purim!
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yes yes yes. another mystery of parenting.
My husband does not pretend to be sick. Perhaps he has not thought of it. Mine tries to make excuses. The problem is, they don't work. He tries to tell me "I can't do it! The kids are sooo cranky! When one finally stops crying/throwing a fit the other one starts! I can't get anything done! I can't even play my game!"
Turns out I have ZERO sympathy for this. I just look and him and say "Yeah. And? What do you think I do all day?"
This is not a conversation he will "win". Ha Ha Ha
My husband rarely gets sick. But when he does, he will not take anything to relieve one single symptom and things can get... tense.
He is excellent about doing anything for a sick child, but he then second-guesses himself to a degree that has to be seen to be believed... so I wind up doing just as much work anyway.
Men - that's why women bear the children!
Oh so sorry! Perfect timing...cough, cough.
I love my husband more than anything in the whole world, but he is the BIGGEST baby when he gets sick. Oh, the drama!
So I feel ya, sister...I feel ya ;)
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