My first real sick day since I started this job

Hello,

Yesterday was my first sick day home since I started working at Vital.  It felt good to decide I was going to stay home and I couldn't have told you why.  But like Dory and Marlin when the light revealed it was a killer fish, my hopes of what the sick day would feel like changed.  

For some reason, Dan always seems to think that a sick child is my responsibility, I take the time to cuddle with them when they don't feel good and realize they have to go to the doctor and then I take them (most of the time).  Then I have to get the meds, or remind him 10 times to pick them up, and then I have to make sure they get them, and make any follow up appts.  Since when did me working full time not earn me the right to share these responsibilities with Dan?  Why do I need to do the cleaning, cooking, and shuffling of kids while he is home sick?  Did I miss the purpose of MY sick day?  So anyway, Elli has pneumonia, like me.  I still managed to clean the kitchen, bathroom, Livingroom, family room, dining room, mop the floors and do 7 loads of laundry, all between taking kids to school, taking her to the doctor, and then he had the audacity to say, he was working and couldn't take a 20 minute break to pick them up.  Jerk.  

So now he has suffered his concenquences, he has to be home all day with Elli since she is still sick and I don't get paid for the day off.  I love when he makes plans, it's like I can hear god laughing...

Ok, well work to be done, kids to take to school, yk...

Another Week, Here We Go!

Another Day, Another Dollar...Just another manic Monday...Here we go again....

Why is it that most phrases about work are negative? I love going to work. I love what I do, I love what company I work for, and I love the team I work with. I don't feel depressed about Mondays. Sure, like any mom, I miss my kids deeply. I do have days where I just want to leave, pick them up, and do some activity that I used to do with them when I was a SAHM. I can still do some of that. I can still go to work, feel like I am a part of something great, and be the mom I think they need. So why does my husband have to be such a grouch about it?
This morning it was "why aren't you in the shower yet" and "I am going to be so swamped today" and "well if I had this kind of help when I was gone then I wouldn't be so overwhelmed" and I was just shocked. Has he just lost sight of what he is a part of? Has he decided to give up on caring about the purpose of a career? How can I help him realize what he is taking for granted?
Maybe it's all those years of being at home with the kids, though purposed, not doing something that was all about me? Was it the days of bordem and the cold days of being locked up in the house that tought me how wonderful it feels to be valued by the company you work for? Am I wrong for feeling that he should stop complaining and be a little more greatful that he has a job unlike so many americans? That his able body can work and he should be thankful? How can I tell him to stop whining but not in those words? I feel like I should send him to church!