So, last night Spencer started throwing-up. Drew had been home sick, and I think Spencer just had some pent-up gagging with a little bronchitis thing we all seem to be getting (please pray I don’t). Anyway, Drew drank all our clear sodas and I start FREAKING OUT. As if he KNEW to leave those sodas for the off chance someone starts puking in our house. I was just bitter that I had to go to the store.
I really expect people to read my mind.
Is anyone else like this? I mean, I read my kids minds, and my husbands minds, but I have a special gift. I am aware they expect me to make dinner daily, get their other meals (when home), clean the house, do the laundry, stock our house with food (afordable food, let’s not forget my husband’s a teacher). But, are those expectations, or is it mind reading? I mean, I have expectations of Drew — but mostly they’re taking out the garbage and going to work… those are the big ones. Oh, and baths. He’s in charge of baths. It’s not fair to say that going to work isn’t a mighty-high expectation though.
Anyway, it’s hard to be Drew — especially when he’s home sick, but I do believe we’ve been over that one before!
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