All my colleagues complain about sick husbands. Personally, they are the biggest babies when they're sick. My husband has been lying in bed for the whole day now with a temp of...TA DAAAA...99.8. I had to take over his laundry duties, which I let slide. But I have to bring him his medicine, give him his water, and wet washcloth to help him feel better. I mean, what is the big deal about getting up and drinking your own medicine? I even can't believe how he fights for my attention with my 2- and 1-year olds. It's almost bordering on ridiculous.
Alright, I just had to get this off my chest. It's back to grabbing his medicine for him again.
