Within 20 minutes he'd done 4 things that collectively reduced me to tears. 1. I noticed that he'd broken my oldest and most expensive knife (sabatier that my dad bought me when I started uni) and refused to tell me how or when he'd broken it or to apologise. 2. He said dd1 could have a friend to sleep over (when I have swine flu and look and feel like lightly warmed poo) 3. He asked me what I was going to do with the kids this afternoon (I said "I'm ill!") 4. He watched me stagger around, struggling to get my breakfast, and when I'd finished said "Anything I can do?" in a "sweet" voice.
Either sneeze all over the cheeky bugger or tell him you really are ill + its not gonna kill him to run the house for a while, + that includes keeping visitors away, i hope you are on tamiflu. + just phone your dd's friends mum, + tell her you have it, no doubt the sleepover will then be put off.