i came home and H is in bed. now, in the past, I've gotten mad when this has happened... but, I'm DB'ing now, right? right! So, anyway, H pokes his head out from the covers. "Please don't yell at me, I'm really sick."
I say, "Oh, do you have strep?" as D has it and prolly passed it on.
No, he says, I've been getting sick all day and I'm really tired and I don't want you getting mad at me and yelling at me or whatever stupid stuff you're gonna do.
I say with a smile, "No, it's okay. I'm sorry you're sick. I gotta go get the kids from the babysitter's. I'm sorry you're sick."
So, I bring the kids in and I have to turn the water on and have to ask if the thingy's fixed. He says yeah, and I say okay. And he says again "don't be mad at me, don't yell at me." I just smile, "hey, no problem, okay?"
So, I leave, and D5 comes out of the room glaring at me saying "Daddy's sick! And don't yell at him!!!"
I get her out in the kitchen and ask, "Did Daddy tell you to tell me that?"
