On Sunday, I began to realize I had a really stuffy nose. I assumed it was just allergies, and it may have been. At the same time, I was also a little achy, and decided by the end of the day I had a cold. On Monday morning, I could tell that I truly didn't feel well. Other than driving a couple of kids around though, I didn't have any plans that evening and I planned to take advantage of that. My voice was weak, and I didn't sound good. It matched how I felt. When I picked Robert up he could tell I wasn't well right away.
When Andrew came home from football practice, he immediately began to moan and complain about how he felt. I could've smacked him! I realize that him being sick isn't his fault, but he is NOT a good sick person. I immediately looked at Robert and said, "I was sick first!" Robert kind of laughed because we both knew what was coming! And in the days to follow, Andrew has continued to point out how he doesn't feel well. The whining and moaning hasn't been awful, but it still has been more than mine. I sure love my husband, but the stereotypical male sick person is definitely him!
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