It seems as if last week's "man cold" turned into some sort of something that required antibiotics. Actually, let's look back on my previous "The Man Cold Strikes Again" post from last week to see exactly how long this illness has lasted --- oh look at that it's been 13 days! I can't remember the last time Mommy had one sick day, let alone 13!
Anyhow, while watching my daughter down her chocolate covered doughnut her Aunt just bought her I see my husband follow in from the kitchen saying "Oh, I forgot to take my pill this morning." I turn around and there it is. There he is...downing his pill with a swig of his freshly opened Miller Lite!
Seriously? For real? You can't possibly honestly wonder why you're not feeling better yet? It took all of me to contain myself and just walk away rolling my eyes.
I've recently recommended he start taking vitamins to help keep him healthy -- you'd think this would be easy. Not only do I have to lay them out for him to REMIND him to take them, but I also get to be witness to his constant whining about how he "hates taking horse pills" and how "they taste nasty". The best part however, is him needing 57 ounces of water to take these "horse pills" and thrust his head back in the air while attempting to swallow. Clearly he's convinced that this quick head movement helps assist the pill in making it's way down the pipe. Clearly I think it's pathetic enough to laugh my ass off at every time I'm lucky enough to witness to such ridiculousness.
I guess the only thing that changes from the time they are little kids is the preferred flavor of the medicine.
My two year old daughter = bubble gum.
My thirty-two year old husband = Miller Lite.