"Why don't you ever believe me?"my husband always asks.
I could say the same.
While getting the girls ready for bed last night, my husband called up the stairs asking if I had any hydrogen peroxide. After searching both of the upstairs bathrooms and only coming up with a bottle of alcohol I had to tell him no. I went downstairs with the bottle in hand, asking my husband from the stairs why he needed it.
He didn't answer right away. I found him standing in the kitchen with one shoe on and bloody footprints leading into the downstairs bathroom.
Apparently he had stepped on a nail while working outside and it went through his shoe into his foot.
My husband refused to believe me that he needed a tetanus shot. With his manly bravado he humphed and sneered. I tried persuading him, harassing him, and then finally guilted him into going. My trump card was "if you don't go get a tetanus shot, I'm going to worry so much it will send me into labor."
His reply? "I'll ask Google."
For once Google and I agreed. Off he went to the emergicenter to get a tetanus shot. I couldn't even hold his hand since I had to stay with the girls who were already sound asleep.
Poor guy. All that hard work today and he ends up in the doctor's office needing a shot. I'm sure that wasn't the ending to his day that he was expecting.
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