Thursday, May 04, 2006

If you REALLY have to ask ...

After several days of sneezing, snuffling, generally looking thoroughly miserable and numerous none-so-subtle hints, the MOTH finally took yesterday off work.

I would have been happier had he taken another day or so off to recover fully, but I suppose I should at least be thankful for the fact that he took a whole day off ... and let me dose him up with cold and flu tablets and cough syrup and extra Vitamin C ...

Tonight, while he was packing his lunch box for tomorrow ...

"How am I supposed to fit food in here ? It's full of drugs !!!"

(I suspect if one has to ask, one already knows the answer)

5 Comments:

Blogger Lisa said...

What is it about men and their "will survive through everything short of a nuclear holocaust" attitude? At work when a wife is ringing to book in her hubby..and she says "He actually asked me to make this appointment"...then I know it must be serious. Men don't usually volunteer lol

Hope he's doing much better today :)

9:08 AM  
Blogger Mongooser said...

we get shit stirred to hell n back when we AREsick THEN blamed when we finally DO something about it.
I blame my mother - I had to be DEAD b4 she would let me out of school. My sister could take whatever time off she wanted.

2:28 AM  
Blogger Mongooser said...

ps I miss ya stupid you n that mad american I talk to are the only truly sensible people in my life.
Hell
close to the only friends Ive got aside from my mate frrom the real estate industry I used to work with. sad eh

2:42 AM  
Blogger Rainypete said...

I'm with Mongooser on thsi one. My parents were the same way too. Unless you were having trouble finding your pulse or actually woke up dead it was off to school and on with your day. Apparently if you were well enough to open your eyes then you wee well enough to get your arse up and bout. I guess it just stuck.

12:10 AM  
Blogger Lisa said...

I have to admit that my two boys have been shockers at staying home from school when I reckon they're not really THAT sick...but I'm never sure. In the end my motto has been "Unless you're vomitting, or there's any evidence of blood, you're going". Works quite good really lol

8:36 AM  

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