This is the good thing about having young children. They need looking after. So he can’t just take himself off to bed dramatically and lay there moaning. I won’t have it.
We are both down with a horrible cold/chest infection but I refuse to be the only functioning parent. We are both sick but the children are too young to fend for themselves.
I am the absolute devil for insisting that he also does half the parenting, but why should
I run myself into ground while he rests and I don’t? Our youngest is 2 and not well either, so we are both going to have to carry on taking care of her and the others and making sure the house isn’t a complete disaster zone.
So he mournfully shuffles about, doing the shit straining voice and acting like each step will be his last. I swear to God, he makes himself feel worse pretending to be worse if you see what I mean. So much energy goes into the effort of this act. It’s the same act he does when he’s pretending he’s the most tired person ever - same voice and actions.
The worst thing is though, is when he suddenly decides he is better.
He acts like he’s the risen Jesus and he stomped around the house, shaking his head at those who are still sick while whistling and loudly congratulating himself on his pristine genetics and superior immune system that has made his miraculous recovery possible, while us peasants are still coughing.
Oh my God, I have to stop typing this because I am wondering why I am still married to him.