Sick man v Sick women

PaisleyMother - 15 Feb 18

1,2,3,4,5…. this is me mentally counting to 10 before I launch this phone at my partners head.
So last week I had a cold, and when I say cold I don’t mean sneezes and a snotty nose, I suffer really bad with my sinuses, so a head cold basically. Then a few days with a dodgy stomach so I had a really crappy week. Yet the house was still clean, the baby was fed and watered. Powered by tea and ibuprofen I still managed to crack on best I could and if I dared sit down just to try and relax I’d have my son using my as a climbing frame.
My partner got up with our kid twice during this week, yet at every opportunity let me know how tired he was after being up since 6.30…. now this is normal practice in our house. The mornings of which he hasn’t been to work the night before he’s on morning duty, so Wednesday and Thursdays are my sleep in but on said week. I couldn’t sleep, I hadn’t been able to sleep during the night through various cold symptoms being worse on a night (why is this?!?!) so anyway HES tired after having 8.5 SOLID hours sleep. But I just kept quiet because basically I couldn’t be bothered arguing who exactly was the tired one.
Now I’m not a bad patient, I’ll take some tablets and try to make my self feel as human as possible. Potter about so I’m not sat feeling sorry for my self as I think that makes you feel worse. All I ask for is a little extra help.
So now this week, the other half is poorly and EVERYONE knows it, he’s been in bed ALL day, not took a single tablet or supplement to make him feel any better, yet I noticed when I came in from being to HIS mums that he’d made some food for him self and took him self off to the bedroom with Football Manager. I mean that’s ok, he wanted to rest and relax but we’ve been out for 6 hours, he’s had the day to him self. Still well enough to eat and play games. So upon coming home, bath running for the little one, sent him in to the bedroom for his dad to undress him while I ran the bath and got pjs sorted, closing curtains etc. Step back to our bedroom to a fully dressed child and a boyfriend ‘just finishing off this game’ so as you can imagine, the blood is starting to boil. So I undress the offspring and place him in the bath, then ask the BF to sit with him while I proceed to tidy as the house is how we left it at 11.30 this morning, to get a TEXT to ask me to come with with the kid so he could go to the toilet. Now what I don’t get is that he was IN the bathroom, where there is a perfectly working toilet. Why did he need to leave that room to go to the en suite is BEYOND me! Biting my lip I go, was the baby, dry the baby and at that in strolls in the boyfriend.
Bed time routine begins, I tell Baby Paisley to get a few books and on the sofa he plonks. Does daddy offer to read. Does he SHITE!
3 books in it’s bed time off the the bedroom we go, then he decides to read…. a 4 page, one line per page book and asks if I want him to take the baby monitor in the bedroom with him as he’s just going to ‘chill’ in there! WHAT YOU WANT THE MONITOR TO WATCH THE BABY NOW HES A FUCKING SLEEP?!?!?
Oh I’m not impressed. I’ve managed to keep my mouth shut with him, how! I don’t know but here I am, venting into cyber space because I think he’s a bloody prick at this moment in time.
Why are men such idiots when they’re poorly?! Us mums just HAVE to get on with it, we have no choice, next time he’s poorly I may hire a doula for the week!

PaisleyMother

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