Men are just wittle babies with slightly bigger brains

First off, let me remind everyone that I do like my husband. In fact, I love him a ton.  Sometimes though I do have things to complain about and neither of us are perfect!

Wednesday I woke up with Strep. I was miserable. I seriously just wanted to put myself out of my misery.  Instead, I held on to a gleam of hope that when I got home, my husband would be there to sooth, comfort, and  nurse me back to health.  Yeah fucking right.  Just pure bullshit.  Instead I got pissed off and felt worse.

I had the chills so went and soaked in the tub. After, I just wanted to sit on the couch bundled up and close my eyes.  Pete was supposed to be taking care of kids.  Instead, he was making the kids cry, making the house messier and couldn't figure out what to feed kids.  "Honey, what should i feed kids for dinner." "honey, where are the wipes." "Honey, where is the diaper rash cream." and on and on and on.  I mean seriously.  How about you make the kids a fucking PB and J sandwich, and start opening your eyes and looking for the rest of the shit.  I'm literally gonna pass out from the entire strenuous day and being sick, and in a pantry full of food can't come up with a dinner idea? That's just dumb. He was like Scuttle the seagull from the Little Mermaid, but instead of saying "This is this, and that is that" he was saying "where is this, and what is that." I just don't understand why moms being sick is much much less important that everyone else.  Who the fuck do these men think takes care of everything for them always.  Seriously, out of 365 days, I ask for one day to be taken care of and you are utterly clueless.

And........now Pete has strep. He has that pathetic "help me" look in his eyes.  I'll help you all right! I'll help you stay awake and make sure the kids are louder than usual. I'll help you to the kitchen, so you can make the family dinner while you're sick. I'll help you feel desperate for 5 minutes of silence. I'll help you by giving you a swift kick in the ass. Cause guess what buddy...If I didn't get to ride first class on the pity plane, there's no way in fucking hell that you are! So, take that and your pathetic couch drop and SUCK IT!


Oh and Honey, I hope you feel better soon. Let me know if there's anything you need! NOT!