Why, when in all other respects I am a reasonable, rational, fair-minded woman, am I reduced to a seething, jealous rage when my dh goes to bed ill?
He is NOT being unreasonable. He is ill, and (wait for it) he is in another country so it is not as though he would even be here or be helping if he weren't ill in bed.
But instead of being sympathetic and kind, I was brittle and breezy just now on the phone. I am just SO JEALOUS.
Because with small children (one of whom is still bfing a lot), going to bed ill is just not an option for me. I have had days of looking after them feeling so rotten I was seeing double. None of which is particularly heart rending I know, and neither would it be solved by dh not going to bed when he is ill.
Go on, give me a MN kicking.