Posting here for solidarity as I'm on day 4 of poorly husband moping round the house with a face of death. The dressing gown of doom hasn't come out (he doesn't own one, thank God) but he's been slobbing round in an old tshirt and baggy pants combo all week. Any request to contribute to the running of the house is met with a big huff and sigh.
Seriously considering taking myself off for the weekend, or locking myself in a room with several bottles of wine - any advice for getting through the rest of this difficult time?