Paging Dr. Mom

My kids have been sick off and on for like a week now. I have been working double duty at work. If it were not for my husband helping and my mom pulling a lot of the load, I think I would have cracked by now.

But the kicker is that after enduring all of that, the husband is running a low fever and now the world has come to an end. You would think that he is suffering from malaria or some incurable disease. He wallows on the couch moaning, "I'm Dying, I'm Dying", requests that I take his temp every 15 minutes. SERIOUSLY!?! I do not mind taking care of him, actually I love it, to an extent. What I do not need is for him to act more helpless than my children when they are sick. (And the kids actually are helpless to take care of themselves.)

I think I have finally figured out why my husband suddenly turns into a baby when he is sick. When he was little and he got sick, what did he want? Yep, his Mommy! And since his mom is 3 hours away, he is settling for the next best thing...yep, ME! (And I have to admit, when I am sick, I want my mommy too, but I do not project that onto him) I am sure most have you have had this thought before, but I just wanted to put my little bitch session on the subject out in cyberspace too!

Truly I do not mind taking care of him, it is not often I get the chance, but sometimes I want to junk punch him and really give him something to cry about.