Martyr...DUMB

To the untrained ear it may sound like I'm complaining...

You all may have noticed that I've been a bit off my bloggy game lately.  I credit this entirely to...sick people.  I got sick first, and have basically been fighting off one virus right after another since Thanksgiving.  It's been awesome. 

Roon NEVER gets sick.  In fact, two years ago, when we came down with the swine flu at the exact same time was the first time in our entire marriage that I had actually seen Roon REALLY sick.  But, I was sick too, so it was more of a "misery loves company" kind of scenario. 

The last dose of nastiness was a doozy.  I was miserable for almost a week.  BUT it was the first week of the year, and I didn't want Roon to have to use his Paid Time Off (PTO) so I sent him to work. 

I then proceeded to do the bare minimum.  The kids were dressed, fed, and had their immediate needs met, but they were left to entertain themselves.  Housework became a nemesis.  I would load the dishwasher and run it in the morning, but unless someone ran out of underwear, laundry was not touched.  I don't even want to talk about my bathrooms...

The evenings were pretty much a blur of Roon feeding the kids dinner, and then spending some quality time with them playing the Wii before he tucked them into bed.  I would then fall asleep before 9 at night, and remain that way until at least 8:30 the next morning. 

Just as I started to immerge from my plagued state, Roon began to not feel well.  By Saturday night it was official.  Roon was SICK. 

And THAT is when I started noticing a major difference in the way men and women (or more specifically, moms and dads) handle being sick.  And also, how they differ when it comes to taking care of things while the other is under the weather.

As much as I LOVED waking up to a sink full of dirty, crusty dishes every morning I was sick...I'm pleased that I can pamper Roon by making sure the dishes are clean throughout the day. 

While it was a real treat to have 12 loads of laundry to get caught up once I was well, not to mention the 3 loads Roon had graciously washed (but not folded), I decided to take a different approach.  As soon as his favorite pajama bottoms come off, I wash them, so he can get back into them after he showers.  The kids also appreciate the fact that their drawers are stocked with their "winter pajamas" since the temps have plummeted this week.

As flattering as it was that Roon still found me attractive, the groping and innuendos of "you feel GOOD to me..." were NOT appreciated.  When I was chilled to the bone, and Roon suggested that we "do what the boy scout manual says..." I was less than amused.  So, I'm keeping my distance.  Deep down, I know he's grateful.

I SO don't think it's fair that Moms don't get sick days.  Roon is on his 4th one. 

I'm not mad.  I'm jealous...