Marisa6826
08-01-2004, 01:31 PM
What IS it with men sometimes?
Jonathan has this minor cold, and has been walking around like he has the bubonic plague.
Last night we went to bed, he's snorting, whining, walking around with handfuls of tissues. We turn off the lights, he starts talking about how cold he is. Did he take Advil/Tylenol? NO.
Some alarm in the neighbourhood has been going off for close to 24 hours. You can hear it over our central a/c. I turned the ceiling fan up so that I could a) drown out the alarm and b) stop listening to him snort bodily fluids. He gets up, turns off the fan, and then turns over so he's breathing directly in my face, germs everywhere. I kind of don't have may other options than lying on my left side at this point.
I got up, went into Sophie's big girl room to try and sleep. No go. Was up till 4:30. Finally took a half a benedryl dose. I hear him in Sophie's room at 7:15, whining to me that she was just up at 5am. I said, "OH, you mean a half hour after I went to sleep?" I rocked her back to sleep (he went back to bed), put her in her crib and I went back to my temporary quarters.
I heard her again at 10am. He was now downstairs surfing the web and/or playing his stupid video game (why a 40 year old man plays these things is beyond me). I go in her room, she has once AGAIN gotten off her jammies, onesie and dipe. I flip, he's upstairs by now, I left them and told him that he should have known by now that she takes stuff off when she's ticked at being alone.
Went back to sleep in my own bed till 12:15. I come downstairs, Sophie's in her corral. Clothes off, dipe thrown over. Where's Jonathan? Inside reading the freaking Sunday paper!!!
Now he just mentioned that part of the oriental rug in her corral is wet, what should he do? Did he blow part of his functioning brain out with the snot??
I know, it's petty, and I should be more supportive. I'm just fed up with this inane, "I don't know what to do" line after almost 20 months.
*sigh*
Back to your regular programming
-m
Jonathan has this minor cold, and has been walking around like he has the bubonic plague.
Last night we went to bed, he's snorting, whining, walking around with handfuls of tissues. We turn off the lights, he starts talking about how cold he is. Did he take Advil/Tylenol? NO.
Some alarm in the neighbourhood has been going off for close to 24 hours. You can hear it over our central a/c. I turned the ceiling fan up so that I could a) drown out the alarm and b) stop listening to him snort bodily fluids. He gets up, turns off the fan, and then turns over so he's breathing directly in my face, germs everywhere. I kind of don't have may other options than lying on my left side at this point.
I got up, went into Sophie's big girl room to try and sleep. No go. Was up till 4:30. Finally took a half a benedryl dose. I hear him in Sophie's room at 7:15, whining to me that she was just up at 5am. I said, "OH, you mean a half hour after I went to sleep?" I rocked her back to sleep (he went back to bed), put her in her crib and I went back to my temporary quarters.
I heard her again at 10am. He was now downstairs surfing the web and/or playing his stupid video game (why a 40 year old man plays these things is beyond me). I go in her room, she has once AGAIN gotten off her jammies, onesie and dipe. I flip, he's upstairs by now, I left them and told him that he should have known by now that she takes stuff off when she's ticked at being alone.
Went back to sleep in my own bed till 12:15. I come downstairs, Sophie's in her corral. Clothes off, dipe thrown over. Where's Jonathan? Inside reading the freaking Sunday paper!!!
Now he just mentioned that part of the oriental rug in her corral is wet, what should he do? Did he blow part of his functioning brain out with the snot??
I know, it's petty, and I should be more supportive. I'm just fed up with this inane, "I don't know what to do" line after almost 20 months.
*sigh*
Back to your regular programming
-m