My wife was sick at home just a few weeks ago. Poor girl. I texted her:
That’s basically what you’re supposed to say. That’s what normal people do.
That poor girl was still sick when I got home. And I told her I would sleep on the couch so she wouldn’t get me sick.
Just a few weeks later there was a role reversal. I got sick. But her text to me wasn’t as empathetic.
There I am lying in bed. My stomach is gurgling, my head is pounding, my throat is sore, and there’s a ringing in my ears. I reach for my phone to read a text message from my wife… BIG MISTAKE!
Hello dear husband
On your sick day off today, could you please
She says she loves me, so why is she torturing me? I shouldn’t be forced to do chores! Being sick is supposed to mean you’re free from the wife’s shackles. I should be resting, playing video games, and watching Lord of The Rings all day.
Obviously I did all those chores because otherwise I get the ooshka-ooshka look, zero video game time later that weekend, but mostly because I’m a sissy husband.
Can you imagine the headache my wife would give me if I told her to do two hours of chores while she was sick? And how many times do I have to say it: CLEANING FOR THE CLEANER IS AN INEXPLICABLE CHORE!
Worst part of all this: Remember when I chose to sleep on the couch when she was sick? Yeah, turns out that favor wasn’t mutual when I was sick. Instead, she made ME sleep on the couch so SHE could have the bed all to herself.
“Love” and marriage.