So in case anyone was wondering, I have been knocked down by quite possibly the worst cold I’ve had the pleasure of enduring. It was 2
weeks long, the soreness went all the way down to the bone, I couldn’t breathe well and I was constantly washing my pillow cases because of the open-mouth breathing drool and snot factory. It was totally gross. I can’t even describe how gross this cold is. The worst part? Both kids had it too. Three snotty noses, three mucousy set of lungs, three very whiny people. It also made me REALLY sensitive about things. Dear husband decided that it was a good time to ask me if I was planning on using the shower any time soon and I freaked. Turns out he was asking because he wanted to do laundry, not because he thought I was stinking up the place. In fact, I was so sensitive that I couldn’t help but notice something about women and sickness. It didn’t help that a commercial triggered my rage last night and confirmed my suspicions.
So, I gotta ask. Why is it that when women are sick, we’re expected to warrior through it while society insists on enabling the man cold?Know what I had to do while sick? Everything. I cleaned, I cooked, I got K ready for school, walked her to and from school, did all the baby things and had to motor on like everything was normal. Dear husband lost a few points with me last week when I asked if he could make me soup and he said that I can make my own soup. I was tired, it was 10 o’clock at night, and I had done everything….he is going to go through hell next time he’s sick. He can make his own damn soup. Wanna know why? Because just like everyone has been telling me, he can fucking DEAL. No more man colds in this house. If he can’t tough it out, too bad.
I’m sick of people telling me it’s a given that I should keep up all the commitments because I’m the wife and mother. I’m sick of not being allowed time to heal. I’m sure I would have shaken this off faster if I didn’t have to do a million things at once. I’m also sick of taking care of sick men. Most importantly, I resent taking care of sick men and their big baby asses just because we decided as a society that men are allowed to act like children when things don’t go well in their world. I would like to sit on the couch, surrounded by tissues, and be waited on hand and foot. I would like to take care of myself, but apparently that kind of selfishness is reserved for the dudes. Women are the weaker sex? My big fat ASS it’s the weaker sex.
I’m still shaking off the remnants of said cold, but I would love to hear your “I See Sexism” stories. It will tide me over until my brain is no longer fried with meds and I can get back to regular me. Have any incidents like the man cold or just day-to-day crap no one acknowledges? Do tell. Hopefully I’ll be back to my blogging self with the healing powers of the Harpies.