We don't even think about our marriage vows most days. But when someone's sick? Achoo.
W hen my husband came to me groaning with a full-body poison ivy attack, he had to take a number for sympathy. Our teething and feverish 15-month-old daughter was clinging to my leg at the time, screaming because she was hungry and it was taking me forever to fix her mac and cheese. Jason tried to make himself heard over ... (Full article: 722 words)
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