I'm a regular but I have name changed for this as it's a bit personal.
I have just had a gynae operation and I have now picked up a post operative infection so I am laid up and a bit poorly to say the least. I have to go back to the hospital later.
DH took this week as leave in order to look after me. On Monday he picked me up from hospital and brought me home, fine. Since then he has:
*Had naps every morning initially and subsequently most afternoons now as well, leaving me to sort the baby out initially about half of the time as he is dead to the world (I am not supposed to be lifting). Baby is in fact a hulking great toddler with a prediliction for flinging himself across my stomach.
*Tried to leave toddler with me when he does DS2's school run to make it easier for himself. I mean, FFS!
*Complained of some sort of minor ailment every single day - headache requiring solpadeine, tummy ache, and so on.
*Gone off shopping and doing errands for the day like getting his shoes reheeled, picking up his stuff from the drycleaners, getting his eyes tested and so on. He did buy a lampshade and a packet of babygros, and dropped off a watch of mine to be repaired, but made a big fuss about having done this. I take a day off a month and usually do all this sort of thing for us routinely, by the way, without saying anything about it.
*Went down the pub at my behest because he was getting a bit grumpy, and came back pissed and argumentative, keeping me up until midnight arguing about how reasonable the budget cuts are (he used to be a political journalist so it's pointless talking sense to the man sometimes). Seriously, if he posted on here he would be flamed.
*Spent about two hours a day walking about, talking about how we (meaning his DW) should have made better half term arrangements for DS1 so he was not forced to mooch about the house, then trying to come up with ideas for things to do, then finding it's all too late to do anything because the baby has to nap or whatever. For example he just agreed to take the kids swimming, spent 45 minutes (I kid you not) faffing about getting swimsuits and towels and himself ready, got there, found he had forgotten his wallet, came back, decided to take the kids to the park instead as it was by now perilously near toddler's nap time, and DS1 is too old for the park so all this has kind of defeated the object.
*Spent twenty minutes activating DS1's new mobile for him when I needed to get to the GP for some antibiotics before it closed at 6pm. In the event I got someone else to drive me down and got there at 12 minutes to, and to the chemist at 2 minutes to, but it was very stressful.
Seriously people, this is starting to do my head in and I needed to sound off. In DH's defence, he is normally pretty good on the DH front and while I have been paid up he has brought me tea and toast at regular intervals, and given me an injection every morning. But I am very cross with him and have told him to go back to work 
after he slammed the door because he was being expected to go swimming and he doesn't like doing things like this.