Rather than staying home and taking care of me, my husband went out and got drunk with his buddies. Imagine if I'd done that to him?
Guestblogger MILF Mommy: I don't get sick much, but when I do, it hits me: the fever, the chills, the sore throat, the whole deal. My husband, however, gets sick a lot. Sick meaning he has a cold yet acts like he is dying. When this happens he, like most men, becomes a child: needs to be tucked in, fed, I practically have to blow his nose. Guess what happened when the tables turned?
Me: (barely audible or able to lift my head) Hello?
Him: Babe! Hey! It's me! S'up?
Me: (coughing and thinking he's calling to see if I want some chicken soup) Oh. Hi.
Him: Babe! Can I go to the Laker game tonight? Just got invited!
Him: YEAH! Great seats, front row babe! I'm gonna go, k?
Me: (thinking he might be kidding) Ummmm, well ... I guess. Really?
Him: Cool. Love ya. Bye!
Me: Hello? Hello? (coughing fit)
Now, had HE been sick, this would have NEVER happened. One, because if my girlfriends called to ask me out I would have automatically said no. Secondly, he put me in a bad position by even asking because had I said "No, I need you home" I would have been that annoying wife that doesn't let her husband do anything. Later, when he called to say he was on his way to the game, I finally told him I would have rather had him home. His response? "Why, you're just laying there anyway. Not much I can do!" "You could make me dinner!" I responded. "Ohhh big deal! You have to make dinnerrrr" he said.
This turned into a two-day fight, because after the game he didn't come home for several hours. Where was he? Out drinking with his friends. Are you friggin' kidding me?
I was so pissed. The next time he is sick, even the REAL deal sick, I am planning a night out on the town with the girls. He'll just be laying there anyway, not much I can do ...