KOmom
12-02-2011, 02:06 PM
First, I am the biggest husband-coddling person I know, which is saying a lot. Secondly, my husband is the biggest full-grown baby I have ever met. So what happened was my husband has an infected toenail (eww I know). So, Monday morning around 3 a.m. he woke me up. And by “woke me up” I mean he came into our bedroom asking me to get up to which I replied with a grunt. After about 30 seconds or so, I reached over and felt my daughter still sleeping beside me and then assumed what he said wasn’t an emergency since the baby was not up and I promptly fell back asleep. Next he came and woke me up again. So this time I wearily went into the dining room where he is sitting in a chair and messing with his toe. So I asked what (or something like that because I was half asleep) and he asked if we had any alcohol. So I go into the bathroom and look and of course we don’t because I never prepare for anything so I brought peroxide back to him. Then he begins telling me that he caught his toe on the doorway and needed something to stop the bleeding. I get him a band-aid, problem solved right, and go back to sleep.
For the rest of the work week it is like freaking world war III to get him up to go to work. He said he was hurting really bad from this “injury”. I respond “Why don’t you call the doctor?”. Well Wednesday he says that he can’t handle it anymore and asked me to call the doctor. (What is wrong with his fingers dialing the phone I do not know). Alright fine, if it will shut him up right, so I call and get him an appointment for Friday morning 8 a.m. Because we only have one car he is going to miss work that day and go to his doctor’s appointment. I decided not to miss work since we are a small walk away from the clinic he is going to. I go to work Friday morning in rather a good mood I must say. So I get a call around 11 that morning, assuming it is my husband telling me what happened at the doctor’s office. No, he is calling me furious that I did not set his alarm (which I did but it decided to go bonkers for some reason). So he is 3 hours late for his appointment plus the clinic closes in an hour so the probability of him getting another appointment today is slim to none. Again he asked me to call the clinic about rescheduling. I, already furious that he missed his appointment and that he blames me for it, tell him to call himself. He doesn’t know the number. Fine, I text him the number.
He has not called me back yet to say whether he got in at the clinic or not but honestly at this point I do not care. I am yet to understand why he had to wake me up at 3 in the morning *twice* to get him peroxide and a band aid. I do not understand why he can’t call the doctor. I think it’s hilarious that he blames me for not setting his alarm when he is the one who is supposed to wake up not me. Does anyone else have this sort of problem or am I alone? Seriously I get this man’s clothes out every day that he has to go to work so he doesn’t have to wake up any earlier & how do I get paid back, by being 10 minutes late to work every freakin’ day. Is there any going back & making him an adult (he’s 22) or am I stuck with this forever………. Is everyone’s husband this big of a baby when they don’t feel good or just mine? Also, all of this crap for a freaking toenail!!!?? I guess I would be a little more sympathetic if it was like his back or neck or something….
Ugh I need some encouraging words asap!!
For the rest of the work week it is like freaking world war III to get him up to go to work. He said he was hurting really bad from this “injury”. I respond “Why don’t you call the doctor?”. Well Wednesday he says that he can’t handle it anymore and asked me to call the doctor. (What is wrong with his fingers dialing the phone I do not know). Alright fine, if it will shut him up right, so I call and get him an appointment for Friday morning 8 a.m. Because we only have one car he is going to miss work that day and go to his doctor’s appointment. I decided not to miss work since we are a small walk away from the clinic he is going to. I go to work Friday morning in rather a good mood I must say. So I get a call around 11 that morning, assuming it is my husband telling me what happened at the doctor’s office. No, he is calling me furious that I did not set his alarm (which I did but it decided to go bonkers for some reason). So he is 3 hours late for his appointment plus the clinic closes in an hour so the probability of him getting another appointment today is slim to none. Again he asked me to call the clinic about rescheduling. I, already furious that he missed his appointment and that he blames me for it, tell him to call himself. He doesn’t know the number. Fine, I text him the number.
He has not called me back yet to say whether he got in at the clinic or not but honestly at this point I do not care. I am yet to understand why he had to wake me up at 3 in the morning *twice* to get him peroxide and a band aid. I do not understand why he can’t call the doctor. I think it’s hilarious that he blames me for not setting his alarm when he is the one who is supposed to wake up not me. Does anyone else have this sort of problem or am I alone? Seriously I get this man’s clothes out every day that he has to go to work so he doesn’t have to wake up any earlier & how do I get paid back, by being 10 minutes late to work every freakin’ day. Is there any going back & making him an adult (he’s 22) or am I stuck with this forever………. Is everyone’s husband this big of a baby when they don’t feel good or just mine? Also, all of this crap for a freaking toenail!!!?? I guess I would be a little more sympathetic if it was like his back or neck or something….
Ugh I need some encouraging words asap!!