SICK HUSBANDS ARE THE SADDEST.
Yes, I said it.
And yes, they might quite possibly be the worst.
Bryan has been fighting the 'man cold/probably flu' for the past two weeks and let me tell you, it is sad. Gone is my lovable joking husband and instead has been replaced by a sniffling, coughing. groggy, passive miserble mess. As I prepare our lasagna dinner, here is what Mr. Sleepypants is doing...
Passed out like a mofo.
Why does it seem like men get sick and the world automatically shuts down?!?
While women bleed for days and don't die and then in some instances push actual human beings from their vagina's all without a second guess, men ring the alarms at the mere green snot that shows up in their tissue and beg to be taken care of on the set of slight fever. But you know what, I shouldn't talk so much shit because I have a little secret for you.
I kinda like when he's all icky sicky and I get to take care of him.
You see, Bry is not one to ask for help much and is a very independent 'I'm a mans man...I can do all this...blah blah blah...' type of guy. He likes to accomplish things himself and likes to play more of the leader/teacher role and help me out so when the time comes for me to help him, I jump at the opportunity.
I like when he's cuddly and cute and 'Hey Babe''s me to get him some medicine and orange juice. Hell, I might not know how to cook or change the oil in my car but I am the best damn wife nurse that their ever was. Chicken noodle soup, woobie, cuddles, and a possible sponge bath*....
....Yeah I rock that shit!!!
This would be the reason I've been semi MIA this week. That and some work news that has my head spinning. But stick around because I have some pretty good posts (atleast I think so) ahead and maybe a little something something to giveaway to one of you beautiful ladies. : )
*haha...I've never given him a sponge bath, he wishes.
**I also do reach a breaking point where the sickies aren't cute anymore. That time starts when the complaining whiny-ness starts ;)