MomniscientMan Rot
June 2nd 2008 14:09
Yep, he’s dying. He just knows it. Down for the count; a fish without water; kickin the bucket; he’s throwing in the towel; dead as a doornail; he’s at the end of his rope – who? Jason, my dear husband. He’s sick. Poor guy. What is it with men and sickness anyways? When us women are sick we have to go about our daily lives – take mine for example. Today I had to sit in the Dr’s office with two sick kids, go to the store with the sick kids in tow to get all the necessities – you know… Jell-O, popsicles, chicken noodle soup, Gatorade, 7-up. Come home, cook like a short order chef, clean the whole house hospital grade. Give kids their tubs, wipe ass like 100 times, change my clothes at least three cause of all the ass wipin, play nurse maid – all while sick myself… and do you know where hubby is? In bed. Yep, I just went in there and opened the sliding glass door to get the smell of rotting man out of my bedroom. Go ahead and laugh, but ya’ll know the smell of man rot! He has been in there all day, mouth hanging open, drooling, while the wonderful smell of his breath fills the room. I am sure the teeth haven’t even been brushed yet. He is wrapped up like an Arab, sweating into the sheets on my bed. UGH… man rot.
So, I will get off of here and go finish my wifely and motherly duties, and them maybe sit on the couch and eat some of those bon bons that everyone asks about!
Tip of the day: Reserve some time just for yourself every day, that is quite possibly the only way to keep your sanity when you are Queen of your domain!
So, I will get off of here and go finish my wifely and motherly duties, and them maybe sit on the couch and eat some of those bon bons that everyone asks about!
and sometimes, a big baby!
Tip of the day: Reserve some time just for yourself every day, that is quite possibly the only way to keep your sanity when you are Queen of your domain!
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