And the award goes to....

ME! For being a wife, mother, and "nurse."

As I stated in my last blog, SSG B has foot surgery. A few weeks before the surgery we were having a discussion about how much I would have to wait on him while he was recovering (I was trying to convince him to get me something that I was too lazy to get myself. My argument was that since I would have to wait on him hand-and-foot, he should just go ahead and do a favor for me, since I would be doing 7807867896 for him.) He tried to tell me that I wouldn't be "waiting" on him. What a liar! Now don't get me wrong, I am really the type of person who loooooves to help people that I love. But he has parked himself in our bed, upstairs. I have two hands....and a baby....and he is asking me to bring ten things to him at once. So that results in MULTIPLE trips up and down the stairs. I guess it's a good work out. But I am irritated. And this is why....last night I was going downstairs *yet again* and I asked him if he wanted anything. He said no. I got back upstairs, sat down for about ten seconds and then he decided he wanted ice cream. So then I run down to get it, come back, sit down again, and he wants me to turn the light off. UGH!!!!! Not to mention that he has to use the ice machine on his foot to prevent swelling, every couple of hours. I have to lug it downstairs, fill it with ice and water, and haul it back upstairs. But nooooooo, I wouldn't have to help him with one thing while he was recovering!!!! He has never been so WRONG! Not to mention everything that I have to do for Hannah, and all the other things that he can't help me with.

It's not that I mind doing any of it....but I don't even get a thank you. All I'm saying is that I am busting my ass and it would nice if he appreciated it. That's all.