With that said, a couple weeks ago, Davis came down with what we thought were just allergies. He acted like he had something much worse. He used a whole box of tissues in a matter of a day and a half. His body was lifeless on the couch, or in the bed when I could get him to rest. He whined. He obviously was sick, that I had no doubt.
...but I thought we was just being dramatic. You know, like husbands do when they get sick.
Fast forward a week when I get the same illness. I take it all back. I feel your pain, Davis. I will never jump to conclusions ever again (that's a lie). I missed 4 days of work. It was awful, I'm telling you. Davis did not have the opportunity to miss work, because he stays home and takes care of our 11 month old. You know that commercial that shows the sick mom asking for time off with her "boss", the toddler? It's accurate.
My lesson from this situation, wives, is to be a little more compassionate when your spouse gets sick. Make them a cup of hot tea. Bring them the tissues. Make sure they take their medicine. Send them to bed early and assure them that you've got it handled with the baby. This is my spousal advice for the week.
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