When my children were younger and succumbed to winter colds and flu, it would break my heart to hear them with their croupy coughs and tired, ear-infection cries.
I would bundle them in warm blankets, buffering them with fluffy pillows and their favorite comfort toys. Cartoons would run on a continuous loop while they were awake. I would forego my own basic needs to hold them close until they would finally, sleep-deprived and miserable, fall into an uneasy slumber.
Then there is their father…
A man who disdainfully shuns modern medical technology. Who would have to have a dead, plague-blackened rat hanging from his gangrenous arm before he would do anything other than slather it with Neosporin™ and bandages. A man who is also the world’s worst Man Cold sufferer… no, scratch that. When he has a Man Cold…. I am the sufferer.
No matter the level of his sickness, he would have me believe that he is near death’s door, incapable of doing simple tasks. Reaching across the couch for the remote, walking ten feet into the kitchen for a glass of water, or tucking blankets around his own feverish legs would be beyond what his ailing body can accomplish.
More needy than any child.
That is…
Until now.
Heaven help me if I run out of Jolly Ranchers and Gatorade.
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Submitted as part of Shell’s “Pour Your Heart Out” writing prompt at Things I Can’t Say. Please stop by to read the other posts, and give a little comment love.
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I hate when the husband is dying…er sick. I do numerous private eye rolls and mutter things under my breath. I can’t imagine having two in the same house. I had only a daughter, and she was seldom sick.
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I try to teach my boys not to be wusses…but I think it’s just in there DNA.
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Not ALL men are wusses. Just sayin’. 🙂
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Hahahah men are such wusses, for reals.
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Oh, Tara. My sympathy!
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Well, this certainly sounds familiar!
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Hilarious. What is it with men and colds and their incessant whining? Hope you have stocked up on wine and earplugs for yourself and Jolly Ranchers and Gatorade for the young lad, to get through this. Hope he’s feeling better soon.
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I will DEFINITELY send wine. Two Menfolk with Man colds? May the Lord help you & keep you safe! 🙂
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Poor kid. Tell him it will be okay as long as his mom doesn’t blog about him.
sarcasm
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Hilarious!
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Good luck getting through that. Perhaps nachos are in order? I know a good Pinot Noir that pairs well with my favorite snack. Plus, they’re sure to open up his sinuses!
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