I am not the nurse type, when one of my loved ones gets sick, I am not the type to have patience and be at their every beck and call. My husband on the other hand has great bedside manners, especially when I am sick.
So today he and Eddy Haskel are sick, Eddy even stayed home from school, and was upset that he would not have perfect attendance. None the less I called him off school this morning and he was at home with his ill father. I called several times during the day to check on them both and Mr. Anti Hippie Fire Pants answered the phone each time like he had been asleep for days, when I asked how Eddy was he replied " I have not heard him all day". I took that to mean Eddy was sleeping and taking it easy. As it turns out Eddy was indeed taking it easy but he was not sleeping, he played his Gameboy and watched TV all day. Okay I understand that, he is a kid forced to stay home with his sick father, I would have watched TV quietly all day too.
So I call on my way home to ask if anyone needs anything, and Mr. Anti Hippie Firepants asks for some Chicken noodle soup, easy enough, I wanted some wine so I gladly obliged. On the way home however I heard that there was going to be a lunar eclipse tonight, the last one until December 2010, I came home and told my scientist son Eddy about that phenomenon and his spirits were lifted. I fixed the requested soup both boys ate and Mr. Anti Hippie Firepants went back to bed. I got online to do my ritualistic checking of blogs, myspace accounts, all my email accounts, and the like and while I was on the couch I felt Eddy's forehead. He was burning up, I got out the thermometer and did a digital check and sure enough 102.3. Okay this is good it means that his body is fighting this thing off, but it also means dad says it is time for bed. I ask him three times really nicely to go to bed, and that I will come get him so that he can see at least part of the eclipse. Dad who is in the other room comes in picks up the boy and says " I heard you mother tell you three times to get into bed, she should only have to tell you once." As Eddy slinks into his room I say out loud and immaturely "I bet your dad would be proud of you for that one."
I know what I said was mean, and it showed Eddy that what his dad had said really did not matter, but WTF? I am sorry Mr. Anti Hippie Firepants that you do not feel well, I had the situation under control, now we are both upset with each other and I know I was wrong to undermine you like that, but was it really necessary to yell at Eddy like that, he is sick like you are, his head hurts. I will give it to this kid, yea he complains about this or that, but never a headache and he never has a temp.
Mr. Anti Hippie Firepants I am sorry. I am sorry those words shot out of my mouth, you know I sometimes have problems with that. I just really wanted the boy to see this eclipse, because the next time one comes around he will be 13 years old, I think at that time he will have other interests besides lunar activity.
2 comments:
Men are big, crabby babies when they are sick. They can't take the slightest bit of noise, or any other disruption, when they are trying to overdramatize their condition. Don't you know? Noise and disruption takes your attention off of them! The kids, house and day-to-day duties take a backseat when your husband is sick. You should be completely focused on HIM. You should don a Naughty Nurse outfit and be at his beck and call until he is feeling well enough to start playing video games and not do the laundry again! Was that not part of your wedding vows?
I hope your boys get well soon. Big M. is sick right now too. He never gets sick, but this time it really got him. Fever, cough, chills...poor kid. Still, at 7-almost-8, he's not nearly the baby his dad is during an illness!
I hate it when Hubbz yells at The Boy. Makes me cringe. So I know how you feel, and I know how easy it is to snap out a snarky response. You can always try to convince Mr. Firepants that he was hallucinating due to illness and that you said nothing of the sort! :-)
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