Before we had kids, I used to be a really nice nurse when my husband got sick. I’d dote on him, refresh his ginger ale and bring him a cool cloth to calm his fevered brow.
Now, it looks a little more like this:
Husband: (in pathetic whisper) “I feel sick. Think I’ll take a day to rest in bed. Can you bring me some water?”
Me: (snarls) “MUST BE NICE TO HAVE A DAY IN BED. Last time I was sick I still had to get two kids to school and keep a toddler entertained all day while I held back my vomit. Get your own water.” (slams door)
I might be exaggerating a little, but probably not as much as you think.
Has your attitude towards your spouse when they’re ill changed since having kids?