I shouldn't be here right now. Baby is napping, sick hubby is also sleeping, clean laundry beckons to be folded, dishes are getting crustier. Shit, I haven't even wiped the kitchen table free of this mornings cheerios-and-milk droppings. But I just gotta ask something.
What is it about men and getting sick? When I feel myself getting sick (a flu, a terrible cold, a sore throat, whatever the run-of-the-mill case may be) I recognize it and might say to my husband "I feel pretty crappy. I hope I'm not getting sick." After all, I'm not dying. But last night my husband (my dear, sweet, hard-working, fabulous dad to our children and best friend of mine) says to me, in a most ominous tone: "Something's not right." As if he might have some sort of a brain tumor or something equally terribly frightening. I'm not saying he doesn't feel well. I'm not trying to discredit his feelings, be it nauseau, headache, or whatever. But seriously? I wish I'd video recorded his forebodding "Something's not right" as if the world were coming to an end, so that I could post it here...for all other heterosexual women to see as witness to the fact that, No, their husbands/male significant others are not the only ones.
And cue little Miss L's cries. Gee, a 30 minute nap *sigh*. Gonna be a long day for this mama.
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