Some time during the last week of July, my oldest daughter came down with a cold. It didn't seem like a particularly bad one, though she generally kicks viruses in the butt within a few days.
But then I returned from the BlogHer 2010 conference in New York to find her still coughing. And sneezing. She even had a low grade fever.
Lo and behold, she's still got it a month later. (Don't worry. It's definitely just a virus.) And we've all since come down with it, which wouldn't be such a big deal. Except my husband also has it. And that can only mean one thing.
The man cold.
If there's anything that most moms can agree about, it has to be that men are complete wimps when it comes to illness. Granted, I'm all for getting rest and relaxation, particularly when it's a flu or some sort of severe illness. I'm even happy to afford my spouse that luxury for a simple cold.
But we've got three kids. And another due in five weeks. And he's gone half the time. I should be the one laid up on the couch!
Alas, he spent the first three days sleeping late and just roaming around the house like a blob, which, fine, he's got to go back to work so it's important for him to be the first to recover -- though one (say me) would argue that I've got to run things around here and chase after three kids and keep the baby inside me healthy.
Either way, he was a blob. And a still sneezing blob when he went back on call and decided to go on an international trip to Paris for four days, which turned his cold into a pretty bad ear infection, which has remained oddly untouched by antibiotics for the last week.
And I get it. He can't hear.
But I'm still hacking and schnuffling and wiping everyone's nose, along with running kids to their activities, going through three boxes of tissues in five days, and doing everything else I usually do. Heck, on our recent impromptu "cleanse our body" beach trip this past week, he even got a half day of golf. A birthday gift, nonetheless, but dude, if you can play golf and carry around your own clubs, it's not that bad.
Of course, there is one fantastic benefit to all this, so much so that I'm mostly keeping my mouth shut about all of this.
He's stuck at home until his ear can clear, which means I've got a warm body to be with the kids while I hit the moms' night out dinner and a bunch of other activities I was hoping to attend but wouldn't have been able to since he would otherwise be gone.
Talk about the sunny side of the street. Or maybe it's the "snotty" side.
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