Today I woke up a huge puddle of gooey, dripping, mucus filled mess. I was shaking and trembling and didn’t realize it was because I had a fever until Hubby came home from his doctor appointment and felt my head.
“Yup, your sick.” he said nonchalantly. Yeah, me being sick is no biggie in this household. Now, if I came home to find Hubby in such a horrible condition I would have had to immediately rubbed his head while murmuring ‘Poor little bunny’ to him while at the same time fix him hot broth or soup and also nag him to get his backside into bed. I’d also jam a million different vitamins into him, and possible a cold pill if necessary.
But for me, he touches my forehead says I’ve got a fever and shuffles over to the computer where he forgets all about me while he starts one of his massive campaigns in WoW.
It’s not that he’s selfish, it’s because I, like so many other mothers and women out there have the mindset that we will not let this cold slow us down, and so no matter how many tissues we’ve blown into, or how scratchy our throats are, or how achy our bodies are feeling at any given moment, we continue to plod on and clean the house, prepare meals for our families and do whatever else is required of us on a daily basis. The reason that we have this mind set?
Because if we don’t get it done, nobody else will.
Hubby’s not so bad though, he’s gone out to grab lunch for the family and he’s also planning on taking care of dinner tonight, so I don’t have to worry about fixing and cleaning up for any of that stuff.
Now if only I can turn off the tap that leads to my nose, everything would be awesome.
Well perhaps not awesome, but a hell of a lot less drippy!