I had planned on hanging out with Bear and relaxing in our jammies today but alas it didn't work out that way. At around 1 a.m. I awoke to the bathroom light blaring into the bedroom and the water running in the bathroom. That only means one thing. My husband is sick. Really sick. I spent the rest of the night bringing him cokes, water and aspirin while listening to him throw up.
He was running a fever of 102.4 around 10 a.m. so off to the store I went for Gatorade, chicken broth and Probiotics. I have spent the day doing laundry, chasing my child, and tending to my sick husband. I made a second run to the store when I realized I forgot to buy stuff for the dip I am making for my women's group tomorrow night. Fun stuff.
Men are such babies when they are sick. I know he doesn't feel well but he has been asking me to do stuff non stop all night and day. I want to feel sorry for him but I can't help but be a little miffed that the last 3 times I was sick like this he trotted off to work and left me home with the baby. Yes he could have taken Bear to daycare so I could have at least been sick by myself but he was always running late and didn't think it would be a big deal for me to take care of the baby while dying of the stomach flu. Sorry, I just had to hop up on that soapbox for a minute. I knew you guys would understand. Now if you will excuse me I need to feed Bear dinner, heat up more broth for my husband, put fresh sheets on the bed, and make cupcakes for tomorrow's group.