About this blog: It will mainly be about my two sons, Tater (the elder) and Tot (the younger), along with other miscellaneous items as I see fit. Come along and enjoy the insane yet fun trip of watching two young boys slowly drive their mother over the edge.
Monday, November 13, 2006
What Not To Say
We went to Urgent Care yesterday. We are both on antibiotics and a lot more. Yep, we're sick. The kids are feeling great. And my hubby almost got a frying pan to his head. (not really, but the thought was there). As he is laying on the couch, and I'm up doing dishes... he remarks "You really are sick, you should be resting, you can do those dishes later". Yaa.... he survived.
Labels:
Family
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
Sending ya'll positive get-well vibes and prayers for a swift recovery!
Did you go to that doc in the box on Northlake? They are really good. I've decided they are my place of choice if I can't get into my normal Doc.
Hope the antibiotics are working and you both feel better fast.
As for your husband, think of it this way - far better that he wanted you to rest rather than telling you to get up and do the dishes when you're both laying there dying... *grin* (now THAT would be cause to pick up the frying pan in my house. LOL)
GAH!
Time for Tater to learn how to wait on his parents...
No rest for the Mommy.... feel better!
Oh good grief. That is *so* something my hubby would have said to me....
I hope that you are feeling much better soon!!
Post a Comment