The dry cleaning has been hanging on my front door for 2 days. David discovered the door to door service after our regular dry cleaner suggested it. I think the guy was tired of David’s duds taking up all the room in his teeny, tiny store. My husband has a habit of dropping off weeks of work clothes and leaving them there until the dry cleaner calls.
I hope his pants, shirts and suits don’t hang on my front door that long, but they might. I mean, he hasn’t carried them in yet. He even passes them when he walks through the front door and up the stairs. His excuse for not grabbing the load of laundry: he’s sick. And he is.
This is the only site I’ve seen of David in 3 days. As soon as the boys pass out for the night, he does too. He’s fighting a cold/allergy combo, I think. I’m not a doctor, but he must think I am when he lists all his symptoms for me all day, every day: congestion, fever, chills, aches, and pains.
I know he feels bad, I do. But why is it when men are sick, the world stops and when a woman is sick, we keep it spinning?
He couldn’t feel as bad as I did for weeks and weeks when I was pregnant and blowing chunks every day while taking care of my 1 year old, making lunch, and dinner, and doing the laundry. He couldn’t feel as bad as I did the other day when I felt so sick I had to lay down for 30 minutes while the boys played let’s jump on mommy, just so I could get enough strength to feed them lunch, put them down for nap, and play with them all afternoon. There’s NO WAY he feels as tired as I did while taking care of of the world’s fussiest toddlers with hoof and mouth disease the past 2 weeks while cleaning non-stop to keep them from passing the virus to others, cooking and freezing weeks worth of dinners, and trying to organize a birthday party. (If you want to read more about this disaster of a disease called hoof and mouth my boys have been battling, click here.)
I’m not asking my sick spouse to do what I do. I’m not even asking him to do what he normally does – like taking out the garbage and mowing the lawn. I’m just asking him to do one thing: take the dry cleaning off the door.
But here’s the thing: if David keeps his clothes at the cleaner’s for weeks when he’s healthy, how long do you think it’ll take him to remove them from our front door when he’s sick? I guess I could do it myself, but now that I’ve posed the question, I want to know the answer.
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My husband is pretty useless when it comes to chores healthy. Sick? Forget it. Men are pathetic!!
Great funny article. As a mom and having “lived” this experience, I totally understand.
Pretty sure David is going to like the pic you posted!