Men I Tell Ya

I swear men don’t think.  Ever.

Bill was getting some tools for our concrete project this weekend from his friend.  Since Will was sleeping on me, I asked him to get Will some Zyrtec.  (Earlier, in the week, I had Will into the doctor for a persistent cough that doesn’t seem to go away.  She figured it was either a virus or allergies.  I had to wait till Friday to see if the cough went away on its own.  If it didn’t, we were to give him Zyrtec).

He gets home about 8:30 pm, and I go to get Will his medicine.  Then I saw what Bill bought.  It was not good.  He bought Zyrtec D.  For adults.  In pill form.  I wish I was kidding.  I mean that’s like buying a L-shaped desk instead of a U-shaped desk.  Close but no cigar.  I asked if he bothered to talk to the pharmacist.  He said he did.  I then asked him if he told her (the pharmacist) that Will was there.  He didn’t.  (I asked Bill how exactly Will, who is three, was suppose to take this pill.  His response that he should just swallow it.  At three years old.  I’m currently banging my head against the wall).

So I rushed out at 8:30 to get back to Walgreens and return what he bought.  It’s great having to return medicine to get what I really needed and having to explain to both the manager and the pharmacist why.

I don’t get it.  If Bill goes to the store for something like say a computer desk, he won’t mess that up.  However, if I send him to the grocery store or Walgreens, this is what I get.  I swear men do this on purpose so they don’t have to help!

What do you think?