Running ragged

I'm recovering from viral conjunctivitis. To break it into a more bite sized understanding, I had pink eye that was from a head cold. My immune system, which has been slowly but surely becoming less effective since Boy's birth, was finally unable to cope with something as 'simple' as head cold and it mutated into pink eye. Apparently, there are quite a few people who are going through it - one of my childhood friends has had it twice since August. She's the Mommy of a seven year old and a nearly two year old with a husband who is trying to figure out where he's going to settle in his job, in what part of the country.
While sick, Husband stepped up and took care of Boy. He spent an entire weekend taking Boy out of the house, finding things to do during the ugly weather we've had for the last two weeks. I tried to sleep off the illness and not worry about the fact our house was a pig sty and needed cleaning. There were baskets of dirty laundry that needed to be done. And to top it off, the two toilets in our house decided to die within a few hours of each other.
Husband called the plumber who came out two hours after our call. Instead of sticking around so that he could direct the plumber to what was going on and monitor things, Husband left with Boy so I could get rest. It didn't connect to him that I couldn't sleep while waiting for the plumber to arrive. Instead, I brushed my teeth, took a shower, did a load of laundry so Boy could have some clean jammies and put on some clothes rather than my ratty pjs. There was no hair styling, just clean, wet hair. Plumber came, surveyed the situation, left for the closest hardware store, returned and fixed everything within 45 minutes. Then there was a half hour of discussing really great jobs that I could do from home. The fact that my eyes looked like I was smoking crack for the last week they were that blood shot had eluded him. It made me wonder if men in general are oblivious to anything unless it smacks them in the head.
Of course, when Husband got home, he was upset that I wasn't asleep and that I hadn't gotten more than a half hour of rest. The laundry thing really made him angry but he bit his tongue as I reminded him that we were running out of towels, underwear and Boy's pjs. If Husband wanted to go to work in his running clothes, so be it. So Husband shut up long enough for me to finish off four loads of laundry so he'd have clean clothes for the big meeting he had with a big customer on Monday.
I think all women appreciate when their mates step up when they are sick. A lot of my Mommy friends tell me their stories about how they can't get their husbands to watch their kids long enough so they can put something on the table and listen to the husband whine about how hungry he is. There is still the prevailing notion among men that even though we might be staying at home to take care of our kids, we have a whole lot of time on our hands to cook meals, clean the house, do laundry. They don't always understand that the kids want our attention every single second. Not every child is amused with an hour of watching The Wiggles. (God knows Boy isn't) My Husband was ready to shoot Boy by the end of the weekend.
Being the Good Wife, I took over the Boy Duty at the end of the weekend. I spent the week getting up with Boy at two am when he was overcome by night terrors. Husband got to stay up late playing with his computer, sleep until he was ready to get up to exercise then head to work. I forgo naps so that I could make sure that dinner had a little start before Boy woke up from his nap. So you can imagine my irritation when Husband had the audacity to complain when I accidentally woke Boy up when he was drifting off to sleep while I was trying to put away the destruction Boy leaves our house in with all his toys. Husband hates tripping over Boy's toys (thus the monthly 'cull' he does of Boy's toys - he goes through the stuff in Boy's toy box in Husband's office to decide what Boy doesn't want which ends up in trash bags in the garage with a vague direction from Husband that I should 'do something with it') which is why as soon as he takes Boy into Boy's bedroom for his sleep, I start straightening up the house.
I know that we're not suppose to vent our frustration but seriously, it's a bitch some times.