John always picks the most inconvenient times to get sick. This week is supposed to be my week to stress out, drug up (or drink up), and take a nap every day. My plans are now ruined thanks to Shamu and his poor throat that he describes as “being on fire” (douchey thing to say). He is such a whiny bitch when he has the sniffles. If he tells me one more damn time that he’s “so sick” I am going to have to divorce him. I don’t know about your husbands but my husband is a hypochondriac. Every single time he is sick its Viral pneumonia. He knows this without going to the doctor. He swears he’s running a fever and every day says “My temperature was 102.3 today”. Apparently John can tell exactly what his temperature is without using a thermometer, since we don’t own a thermometer. Okay that’s a lie we do own one, we just can’t ever find it.
The worst is that he acts too feeble to care for the kids. This means I don’t get a break from the kids. Trust me when I say that the kids need a break from me just as much as I need one from them. Especially Keaton. The poor kid is home with me all day. He is sick of seeing my face. Today he told me to go away and not come back. I wish it were that easy. But Shammy caught a cold and now I’m stuck on kid duty for the next month (his colds always last that long ALWAYS).
John always picks the most inconvenient times to get sick. This week is supposed to be my week to stress out, drug up (or drink up), and take a nap every day. My plans are now ruined thanks to Shamu and his poor throat that he describes as “being on fire” (douchey thing to say). He is such a whiny bitch when he has the sniffles. If he tells me one more damn time that he’s “so sick” I am going to have to divorce him. I don’t know about your husbands but my husband is a hypochondriac. Every single time he is sick its Viral pneumonia. He knows this without going to the doctor. He swears he’s running a fever and every day says “My temperature was 102.3 today”. Apparently John can tell exactly what his temperature is without using a thermometer, since we don’t own a thermometer. Okay that’s a lie we do own one, we just can’t ever find it.
The worst is that he acts too feeble to care for the kids. This means I don’t get a break from the kids. Trust me when I say that the kids need a break from me just as much as I need one from them. Especially Keaton. The poor kid is home with me all day. He is sick of seeing my face. Today he told me to go away and not come back. I wish it were that easy. But Shammy caught a cold and now I’m stuck on kid duty for the next month (his colds always last that long ALWAYS).
Never too late to start smoking meth right?