...is in full force in my house.
DH (normally very good, equal partner in household chores and mental load) is poorly. He has a dodgy tummy and took to his (well, our) bed all flipping day yesterday. He hasn't been sick, neither does he appear to have an upset stomach, but he keeps telling me his stomach is not happy and he's only having toast and water.
He's very woe is me, and I'm running low on sympathy. I cannot imagine taking to my bed in these circumstances! He's just eaten a bowl of cereal, and says he might be able to get dressed today...
Give me strength!
Light hearted mostly