As I am grumping at everyone and telling the kids to shush a thousand times, my husband says, "Tell me what I can do to help you."
That's very sweet, but he's just had a vasectomy and isn't supposed to be doing anything but sitting...
Can you feed the baby? Nope.
Can you make the kids well? Nope.
Can you make them lunch? Nope.
Can you go to the two stores that MUST be gone to today before they close? Nope.
Can you take a nap for me? Nope.
Can you take a shower for me? Nope.
Can you do the laundry? Nope.
Can you clean the floors? Nope.
Then no, I guess there's nothing for you to do!
That's very sweet, but he's just had a vasectomy and isn't supposed to be doing anything but sitting...
Can you feed the baby? Nope.
Can you make the kids well? Nope.
Can you make them lunch? Nope.
Can you go to the two stores that MUST be gone to today before they close? Nope.
Can you take a nap for me? Nope.
Can you take a shower for me? Nope.
Can you do the laundry? Nope.
Can you clean the floors? Nope.
Then no, I guess there's nothing for you to do!










