I've been stuck upstairs for most of the last 24 hours after coming down with the worst cold I've had in ages. I came downstairs briefly yesterday at 3.30pm for the first time all day, when H had gone to get the kids, and the blinds around the house hadn't even been opened from the night before, little one's pyjamas were still on the floor in the living room and the kitchen was a total shit heap with breakfast pots everywhere. H works from home and isn't in a busy job, he had enough time to do it.
I don't understand why the basics can't even be done when I'm out of action.
I haven't been down since 7pm last night and I am dreading to see the state of the house.
On top of that, I sent H to buy me 2 bottles of lucozade yesterday. I finished one and went to get the second one last night, and he's gone and drank the whole 2nd bottle himself
Sorry, just having a rant and feeling annoyed. I know I have a H problem