Why is it that men can have some very minor ailment, and we have to hear about it non-stop, but we can be puking our guts out and still have to cook dinner, watch the baby, and keep the household going? No, I am not puking. Besides being practically bald, I'm feeling pretty ok. But my husband keeps showing me his sunburns from working in the yard, and I'm expected to sympathize with him. Tell him it looks really bad, that I'm sorry, and suggest something to put on it.
Last night, James asked me to proof-read a paper for grad school because my degree is in English and I'm supposed to be good with that kind of thing. Yes, you're totally laughing now because you know I have typos all the time. In fact, I just typed typo wrong and had to fix it and I often word things akwardly because I'm hurrying. Anyway, when I looked at the computer screen to read his paper, I couldn't see. My eyes got all blurry from wearing my darn contacts too long, and it hurt to try to focus. There were these strange shapes of darkess. When I closed my eyes, they were still there. I told him I thought I was going blind, and he asked me what I thought of his paper. Ha! It's not that he's not sympathetic and sweet, he just doesn't even listen sometimes. I think this is true of many men, and in a way, it's so absurd that it's funny.
I love my husband, but I'm rarely allowed to be sick. I can't be. He wouldn't know what to do without me. It was always like that for my mom too. And it's not that he won't take care of me. The poor guy cleaned up my puke the first week we were married. I contracted some odd disease type something in the Mexican jungle on our honeymoom and threw up a large peanut butter milkshake from Sonic all over the floor. He got a gold star for that one. I would've given him something better, but I was just too sick. But it was easier then. I hadn't established myself as the fallback person in the house. For the most part, I'm the fallback person now. Especially when you become a mom, because then, you're THE MOM. You take care of everyone. Isn't that so true?
Posted by Hannah at September 2, 2006 12:56 AMI think men are SCARED that we get sick. How on earth would they cope. They would rather ignore our complaints and hope that way get better before they need to cope with it.
Posted by: Melany aka Supermom at September 2, 2006 01:47 AMJeremy takes care of me when I'm sick... he just wants sex then... that is the part he doesn't get... hello... I'm sick with a fever get off me lol... men!
Posted by: Shannon O. at September 2, 2006 09:25 AMYou spelled "awkwardly" wrong, HAHA! :D Sorry, just had to say it ...
Anyway, Jeff always has the attitude, "Oh, just suck it up and deal with it. Sickness isn't the end of the world." But my anxiety disorder revolves around it, unfortunately. :( Moms don't always get a break when they're not feeling good, and that SUCKS. :(
Posted by: Lisanne at September 2, 2006 01:47 PMOh how you feel better soon Hannah. You got sick on your honeymoon too!!! I was sick the whole time. It came out both ends. Sorry if that was gross. I never met anyone else who was sick on their honeymoon too.
Posted by: Ani at September 2, 2006 07:09 PMMy husband is terrible at being sick. His stomach hurts and he thinks he needs to go to the ER. It seems opposite of what you would expect as the "macho" attitude.
Posted by: Laura at September 4, 2006 06:48 PM