The Man Cold is still here.
Day 3-1/2 of the mopey, coughy, snotty, ho-humness of knocking on death’s door.
I was actually expecting the worse (you know, the part where he gets the shakes, the barfs, the fever, yet refuses to go to the doctor), but it’s been OK. He sleeps til 11, comes out to veg on the couch, and is available to come pick me and the girls up from dropping my car off to be unexpectedly fixed for an unavailable $600. bygones The garbage can is still out in front of the house from Tuesday’s trash day, but really, I don’t think that’s unusual for MessyHouse. (We get the HOA letters about it, so yeah, I know it’s out there.)
I appreciate your Twitter condolences, but I haven’t seen any chocolate deliveries yet. Let’s get on that, friends. I need your help because we have grownup plans this weekend. Like, real live plans.
Send your positive JUJU to me Patrick. We He needs it.
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You have earned a special Man Cold Nurse award.
Sleeping until 11:00 is my dream. I want to get a mancold at your house!!
awwwww, poor boy, as his mom, I know what you are going through—he is just like his dad….only way to get him to Dr was to literally drag him there…..
Sending good ju-ju. I’m de-lurking today, cause I am always fashionably late. I read everything, I just never seem to make it over to comment.
I hope the herpes clears up soon
OMG that’s hilarious!! When THEY are sick, it’s like the sky is falling open.
My suggestion? as soon as he’s better, tell him you are coming to visit a bloggy friend in Switzerland to get your share of fun and chocolate
I would like to defend myself here. I am totally NOT like that at all. My worst night I even took care of the kids alone while YOU went to babysit your nephew. No complaints at all from me the whole time. All I’ve asked you for was medicine and to not decide on dinner.
Doctors? Couldn’t afford him to tell me I had a bad cold, gets lots of fluids, rest and cold meds.
If the trash can bothers you so much put it on the porch or walk it the 50 yards around to the back. Or you could have asked too.
How often am I sick compared to you? I’d day at least 5(you) to 1(me). I’ll be fine for tomorrow. I hope, it’s why I didn’t go to work today, to rest up.
8P
Viva la Revolucion!
you two deserve one another.