I swear, men could never deal with half of the stuff we do.
This morning, we went to a movie, and a friend watched J. I told him to eat before we left, he didn't. So of course, the movie gets out, it's 12:00 and he hasn't eaten anything all day, only had some juice before we left. Dumb move, but whatever. So he's starving and complaining about acid and his stomach hurts, etc.
We get home, and he spends the rest of the day laying in bed. Only coming out to lay on the couch and do nothing but close his eyes and try to eat a piece of bread (which he left on the ottoman) or some crackers. Just to have me get irritated and tell him to go back to bed, because really he was just annoying me by being in the living room.
Grrrrrrr. Seriously?? You work all day Saturday, and complain that you don't spend enough time with J, and then Sunday, your ONE day all week to see her all day, and you spend it in bed.... And then moan and groan when I ask you to help once or twice with feeding her or trying to help me while I clean up a poopsplosion and she is crying? You came out of the bedroom buddy, don't come out to lay on the couch if you're not willing to help!
I HATE when men are "sick"!!