I wish I had a penis...

So, today has been a rather non productive day. Tim has come down with "the bug" and has been whining complaining of not feeling well. Of course, he felt well enough to leave this morning to go work on a project. He also felt well enough to go fight a grass fire. However, from the moment he has stepped foot in the house until now, he has been sleeping on the couch, only letting out an occassional moan as he rolled from side to side. Needless to say...it's been fun!

Which brings me to this rant...

Why is it that when I am sick, I am still obligated to, at the bare minimum, take care of the children. That entails watching, feeding, bathing, bedtime, and getting their things around for the following day. However, when Tim is sick, he's down for the count. What gives? It was dinner time and bedtime quickly approaching. I told him I needed help with dinner and you would have thought I had ripped his manhood off. As if he wanted to say, "Are you kidding me" but knew better than to say such an absurd thing. Or perhaps, maybe he knew if he did, I would rip off his manhood. Okay, not really!

Now don't get me wrong, I can sympathize with being sick and feeling like you want to crawl into a hole and die. I've been there, many many times. But why is it that a woman must push through the pain and the world must stop for a man. Or at least...that's how it's occurring in my household.

So, the kids are all in bed, clothes in the wash, dishes in the dishwasher, bedroom cleaned & swept, laundry folded, and.....he's sleeping still. Oh, he woke up long enough to make himself some eggs and pee.

Like I said, I can sympathize. I really can. But damnit, give me the same respect, will ya? When my head feels like it's about to explode from the pressure, don't leave me inside with all the kids while you go out to play with your toys outside. It doesn't matter if I have just given birth, had my abdomen sliced wide open, doubled over from horrible menstrual cramps, or have a blinding migraine...regardless, it was deemed that I was still able to function and take care of what needs to be done.

Whatever...

In my next life, I hope I've got a penis!