This is a rant because I’m pretty much having an “I hate men” day.

Why are men such big sissy babies when they don’t feel good.  Why do they get to stay home and go to bed or sit in the recliner every time they don’t feel good?

I felt like absolute garbage yesterday.  And yet.... I got up on the roof of the house to finish putting the siding on, I finished up the fiddly little odds and ends things with this whole house project, I put away all the tools, hauled a load of junk to the dump, fixed myself lunch, tried to start the lawn mower, ran the weed eater around the front yard, washed three loads of laundry, installed the new dryer vent and cooked supper.

And that man about had a fit and fell in it because I asked him to come out and hold my ladder and THAT‘S ALL HE DID ALL DAY!!!!!  

And today I got up with my sinuses still screaming and streaming and I went to work.  Hubby still feeling too rough to go to work.  So I drove myself to town, worked 9 1/2 hours, drove a friend home, stopped to get myself Nyquil, drove myself home, and now I’m cooking supper.  Again.

Men suck.