Last night, I got a grand total of 2 hours sleep having been kept awake by a man flu riddled ds. Shock, horror, now I'm ill. No big deal. Didn't stop me cooking, cleaning, playing cars etc. But... dh is now moaning about making me hot drinks to make my throat less scratchy.
Aibu to want to set the dogs on him? I'm not exactly high maintenance and always look after him, ill or no. How very dare he moan after all I do for him?!
Have given him the choice of bringing me a tub of ice cream and a spoon or ply me with drinks. He went to the freezer, huffed because there is no ice cream. By this point I have squeezed both big fat dogs onto the sofa with me and refused to shift them until I get my drink. Now the proud owner of hot drink number two.