Why I'd like to be a man...sometimes

My husband wonders why I have very little sympathy for him when he is sick. This is why: This is my 4 th day of a sinus infection. I didn't know I had one until yesterday, so I went to the doctor today. Last night I finally fell asleep about 1:30. I woke up at 6:15 with my 1 yr. old who is in the middle of an ear infection. I cleaned my house, bathrooms and all since my parents are coming into town tomorrow. I taught my dance class. I waited for a moment when everyone would sleep so I could rest--never happened, because Parker has a ear infection and can't lay down. Went to the park for a couple of hours to let my kids play and enjoy some fresh air and good company. Headed to Target to pick up prescriptions. Made dinner. Put super tired Parker to bed. Husabnd came home for 15 minutes, said hi, left for church meetings. Start cleaning up the kitchen. Parker woke up screaming because his ear hurt right as I was putting baby to sleep. Baby won't go to sleep with all the crying. Try to lay with Parker, but no luck. Put Parker on couch with Dora, put sad baby to bed. Parker decides he's hungry. Make another dinner since he slept through the first one. Finish cleaning again. Fight my kids about not having candy...give in. PA friend comes over to look at Parker's ear. Yep, big ear infection. As she's leaving, baby screams from bedroom. He's thrown up everywhere. I clean up throw up, change sheets, put baby back to bed, get a sugary, wound up Jace and a not so tired Parker to brush teeth, say prayers, and read a book. Kiss them good night. All while Mike is gone...amazing. Now, I have 5 loads of laundry to fold, throw up sheets and clothes to wash and have to try to do it all without leaning over just in case my head pops off from all the sinus pressure. And he wonders why he has a total of ONE day of sympathy. Here's to all you moms out there--this is why it seems like we never get sick; not true, we just don't have time to act sick.