For every mom who's needed to be superwoman when sick, nurturing her kids (and then her husband) through a poopy, pukey virus while she herself should be on bed rest, this hysterical blog post from Amber Dusick's Parenting. Illustrated With Crappy Pictures is for you:
I tell him matter-of-factly that he is not dying. He just has the flu.
The same flu, I remind him, that I had while taking care of the kids all week.
This is where he is supposed to have an epiphany of how amazing I am and what a hard week it has been for me and why I'm ever so slightly annoyed and jealous that he has been in bed for two days.
Only he doesn't. Instead, he says something that is so completely the opposite of what I was expecting that I'm stunned at first. "I must have a stronger, mutated version of the virus..." Read more.
Hmm, been there?