For the past week all of us (hubby, kids (4 and almost 3), and I) have been sick and it’s making everyone more miserable and cranky being stuck indoors together. Tonight I was emptying out the dishwasher and I pulled the garlic press out of the utensil holder, only to discover that the garlic press had been closed while being washed. It still had garlic in it (very clean garlic, now, I might add)! So I mention to “Mr. Man Cold” that the garlic press needs to be open when being washed in the dishwasher, or it won’t get cleaned (didn’t even bring up the fact that the food particles should actually be completely removed too, because that would be too much to handle). All of a sudden he gets mad at me that all I do is bitch at him about everything he does wrong and adds why don’t you just blog about everything I do wrong… So here I am at 11:55pm EST on March 21 writing my first bitching blog.
I am not sure exactly where I’ll go with this blog, but I do like the idea of venting out my annoyance and frustration about him in a pretty anonymous space (for the entire world to see?).
After the “you should write a blog” rant I mention that he’s been putzing around and not helping much, to which he responds, well I’ve made breakfast, lunch, and dinner for everyone* and I’m more sick than you.
Seriously, read the little footnote, because every other day of the week I do everything food related (and he gets to go out to fancy restaurants in NYC with clients, where the meals are paid for and he doesn’t have to do any dishes or deal with screaming kids in the process).
The “I’m more sick than you” comment also makes me pretty angry. I don’t take medicine (I avoid it unless I absolutely think I can’t make it anymore, it annoys Mr. Man Cold to no end). My theory is two fold 1) my body is capable of fighting this off and 2) most medicines just mask the symptoms and tells your brain you’re feeling better than you really are, so you don’t slow down and let your body recover. When I have a cold I do some natural remedies (raw crushed garlic, raw honey, herbal teas and (thanks to a friend stopping by) some elderberry syrup too), but I physically slow down too and listen to my body.** I used to take every medicine I could get my hands on, but I stayed sick forever. It wasn’t until my third pregnancy, when I couldn’t take the usual pills, that I tried a more natural approach. I thought it was all poppycock and didn’t think it would work, but I recovered faster and it didn’t come back, like it normally used to.
Now Mr. Man Cold is definitely still sick and he does feel horrendous (and I feel a bit sorry for him) but I also don’t get the luxury to sit in the recliner and binge watch Battlestar Gallactica, while the wife and kids fend for themselves. I will give him browny points for cleaning the kitchen this morning and bringing in the trash bins (Monday and Thursday are trash pickup days and every other Monday is recycling, which happened to be today), but that’s all he did. I took out the trash, cancelled a dentist appointment, meal planned for the week, did grocery shopping, got cold medicine at cvs for Mr. Man Cold, returned books to library, made dinner, nursed the toddler (almost non-stop it feels like, because of the cold), emptied dishwasher, and reloaded it, folded laundry, cleaned up toys (again and again and again), and got our tax information together for accountant…. On top of changing the toddler and the constant requests for snacks and various toys.
Anyway, I get it, your man cold is worse than mine, but sometimes I wish you’d stop and look to see what I’m constantly busy doing, because I’m exhausted and sick too and I don’t get a break.
*breakfast, for the kids (not me), was cereal this morning, the last time he made lunch for everyone…. Can’t even remember when that was, but certainly more than 3 months ago, and dinner…. That was almost a month ago, his meat olive rice dish (which requires cooking the meat, with some onions, and then dumping everything else into the pot to simmer for 30 minutes, during which time he spent it watching Lewis Black on his iPad, but was pretending like he was working hard)
**I have a Fitbit and average about 15k-18k steps per day, however on Sunday, when I was feeling absolutely shot, I did 2,878 steps for the whole day (I even managed to make dinner, from scratch)!