Disclaimer: I love my husband dearly and sincerely hope he doesn't have a serious illness.
Chris fell ill this Past Friday-Monday. AKA he laid in bed, watched sports, looked up his symptoms on his iPad, and I brought him Gatorade. I kept telling him he had the stomach bug because Kendall and I has already partaken in the madness. His hysterics got me thinking about what it's like when the Husband (or any other man) gets sicks compared to when the wife gets sick.
When the wife is sick... she must still care for thy toddler.
When the husband is sick... change a diaper? I'm ill, I can't be a parent right now.
When the wife is sick... she still gets up at the same time on the weekend.
When the husband is sick... he lays in bed all damn day.
When the wife is sick... someone still has to make meals.
When the husband is sick... "bring me some soup", "babe, can you get me a Gatorade?"
In all seriousness, if I was truly ill, my husband would take care of me and help around the house. I just think it's funny how extreme men can be about not feeling well!