Much as I love my darling husband, when he is ill he is a disaster.
Nobody, and I repeat NOBODY could possibly be as sick as he is. Nobody feels as bad as he does. And lest we forget how bad he feels, cue moans, groans, sighs and sniffs every 30 seconds.
Poor D is just getting through this bug (which I've now decided must be the FLU) and quietly lay on the sofa for a week, not wanting to make a fuss, not wanting to be disturbed, not wanting any extra attention, just feeling dreadful poor lamb.
I now have it, was up for most of last night and the night before with chills, sweats, pains in my sinus's, milk leaking out of my boobs at every opportunity and not forgetting the 4 or 5 times H decided that he needed feeding as I sat there trying to comfort him while shivvering uncontrollably with my nose streaming.
G slept soundly thanks to some Tyenlol Night Time Flu remedy - which of course I cannot take because a) I'm breastfeeding and b) Allergic, anyway.
Of course I don't also get to sleep all day. I have to look after the kids. He's too sick to work so he has to sleep all day. How come we mothers never get the chance to do that? This morning I requested an extra hour or two in bed and was met with incredulous disapproval because 'IM NOT WELL'. Join the club buster!!
Men - Gotta love 'em despite all their crapness.
Posted by katie at January 15, 2005 01:56 PMDid you get that cleaner in the end?
Posted by: sarah at January 16, 2005 05:05 AM