What Every Mom Wants to Hear on Mother's Day
I think we all know that boys are much bigger drama queens than girls about most some things. The cable is out and he can’t watch the game/draft/Megan Fox THS. The milk is expired, but he really wants cereal for dinner (this is like, a red-alert crisis). And don’t even get me started on the transformation they undergo at the first sign of sickness; it’s from normally rational man to whiny bitch in about .02 seconds. If B is coming down w/ something - anything - he makes sure I know about it the second his throat starts to scratch.
Sometimes I’ll humor him by picking up some OJ or chicken soup (b/c I too enjoy these things, sick or healthy). Most of the time I just complain how his complaining about being sick is making me sick (got that?) I’m not generally prone to ignoring my boyfriend’s feelings, but the sick card is played a little too often - ladies, am I right or am I right?
We’re watching TV the other night and B swigs a sip of my drink. Mistake #1. Even though I’m in perfect health, he makes some big huge deal that his throat is sore. We’re snuggling up to bed that night and I smell the unmistakable odor of antiseptic cherry. I ask him if he’s eating a cough drop. Mistake #2. He goes on and on about the second he drank from my glass he knew he was sick and it’s all my fault blah blah blah.
The next day we’re having a nice Mother’s Day lunch with his family. The meal is over and I’m craving something sweet, so I reach for B’s soda. He reminds me that he’s sick. How could I forget? I tell him that he’s not sick and proceed to take a sip from his drink. He’s all “I know my body, blah blah blah.” I’m all, “I know your body” and before I can go on in the context we’re discussing, his mom goes, “Well, isn’t that wonderful.”
I knew she was kidding and didn’t care about my comment, but that didn’t stop me from turning bright red and being incredibly embarrassed. B and his dad are laughing and I want to slink out of the booth; preferably somewhere where I haven’t tainted the image some mother has for her son. Can’t wait to see what gem I’ll blurt out on her birthday.
Sometimes I’ll humor him by picking up some OJ or chicken soup (b/c I too enjoy these things, sick or healthy). Most of the time I just complain how his complaining about being sick is making me sick (got that?) I’m not generally prone to ignoring my boyfriend’s feelings, but the sick card is played a little too often - ladies, am I right or am I right?
We’re watching TV the other night and B swigs a sip of my drink. Mistake #1. Even though I’m in perfect health, he makes some big huge deal that his throat is sore. We’re snuggling up to bed that night and I smell the unmistakable odor of antiseptic cherry. I ask him if he’s eating a cough drop. Mistake #2. He goes on and on about the second he drank from my glass he knew he was sick and it’s all my fault blah blah blah.
The next day we’re having a nice Mother’s Day lunch with his family. The meal is over and I’m craving something sweet, so I reach for B’s soda. He reminds me that he’s sick. How could I forget? I tell him that he’s not sick and proceed to take a sip from his drink. He’s all “I know my body, blah blah blah.” I’m all, “I know your body” and before I can go on in the context we’re discussing, his mom goes, “Well, isn’t that wonderful.”
I knew she was kidding and didn’t care about my comment, but that didn’t stop me from turning bright red and being incredibly embarrassed. B and his dad are laughing and I want to slink out of the booth; preferably somewhere where I haven’t tainted the image some mother has for her son. Can’t wait to see what gem I’ll blurt out on her birthday.
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You. Are. Amazing. I'm glad I'm not the only one that feels this way!