Anyone else facing the dressing gown of doom today?

[WhenYouCantRunYouCrawl]

DD had a cold last week. She's been a bit cranky but otherwise ok. Then I got it and it went straight on my chest. Still managed to get out and about and go for a run though, so not that bad.

Got up early this morning to do some work. Then heard a shuffling down the stairs. It was DH. He's caught the cold. You all know the Shuffle of Sadness. It's almost always accompanied by the Dressing Gown of Doom, along the with Voice of Suffering.

I know I should feel more sympathetic...but after soldering on all week and managing to do all the housework, childcare, and shopping, plus my work from home job, I'm really low sympathy. I'm a terrible person, aren't I...

Oh god, don't get me started on this! My husband coughed and sniffled his way downstairs this morning, I've sent him off to town with 3 kids ! A few years ago he got a cold, he came home from work on the thursday night and went to bed, did not see him again until sunday night! No chance I'd ever be able to do that!

“You all know the Shuffle of Sadness. It's almost always accompanied by the Dressing Gown of Doom, along the with Voice of Suffering. “

You forgot to add the Face of Despair😩

Oh save me from the voice of suffering, it’s pathetic. I can’t tell what he’s saying anyway so it has to be repeated 3-4 times anyway before it’s said in a normal voice. Just speak in the normal voice to start with and quit the pathetic put on groaning mumble 🤬🤬

I’m a terrible nurse 😂 but tbf if he was better at looking after me when I’m ill I might be more likely to return the favour🤔

I get given the 'Must Have Expensive Miracle Cure Soup' experience. Only one particular brand of chicken soup works, apparently.

This is the best.

😂😂😂

👏 love it

Mine gets the whimpering whine "I can't find the disprin! where have you hidden it" Normally this is when he's standing in front of the drugs cabinet that has every medicine in the world in it with the disprin front and centre.

Unfortunately I have to put up with it having once insisted he go to work despite him having septicaemia. (admittedly unknown to either of us at the time) "oh get to work, it's just a little fever!!!"

Dressing Gown of Doom needs to be put into the Oxford English Dictionary - it’s just perfect. Thanks OP and everyone else on this thread - I really did think it was just my DH who is this hideous challenging when he has a cold...

Oh God.

Three sneezes and The Voice has started after bringing me a cup of tea.

I'm going to tell him to fuck off go and have a nice bath. He gets to lie down and watch shit on his phone, I don't get to hear the bollocks he likes to watch, he might feel a bit better. and I can strip the bedlinen off, so he can't go and have a rest after his bath, which inevitably means he doesn't move again until about 8.30pm when I've done all the housework, fed the cats, fed myself, left food for him, cleared up, put away, swept and mopped everything for the week.

At least he'll smell nice after that.

The bastards don’t even notice when we try it!

Got the flu jab from the MW this week and she told me the usual faff of symptoms and reminded me to milk it in my dressing gown “cause he would”
Spent yesterday floating around with the doom coat on.. I got one cuppa.. and then ignored, no forehead sponging, no sympathy for my red lumpy arm.. I made sure to point it out. I even complained about lying down!

Maybe it only works if you’ve got balls.

Mine has been shuffling about for the past ten days with The Cough of Doom. I'm normally a sympathetic type, but I've had enough of it now. At least he's the sort that goes quiet when he's sick, I couldn't cope with dramatics as well as The Cough.

I've had the awful viral thingie that's been going around where you feel run down for a few days like you're about to get a cold but instead you get a horrible barking cough for three bastard weeks. Mine went to a chest infection so I've had antibiotics and even then the cough is still going, had to cancel my scheduled operation, cancelled a night out because I couldn't go more than a few minutes without coughing and delay my flu jab because they won't do it if I've got a cough. DH: "my throat feels a bit tickly, I might be getting your cough..."

He can't handle a regular cold. There is no way he can handle this cough.

I’m full to the eyeballs with snot, I made it through the term and as soon as we broke up my body gave in! I’ve wrangled 4DC all week and this weekend feel like shit. But I’ve cleaned the kitchen, catered every meal, ferried children around, been for a run, changed beds... DH thinks he has the same cold but has yet to be seen even reaching for a tissue. Poor lamb.

Dammit. I got knocked on my arse by a migraine, so I've been in bed for three hours. The git got up the moment he knew, brought me painkillers and has made dinner/lunch for tomorrow, fed the DTwatCats and taken the bins out, so as soon as I emerged, I was presented with a decent meal.

Bastard.

• although he didn't have the Dressing Gown as it isn't dry yet. Maybe that's how he managed?