I am lucky that I rarely feel really poorly, but I came down with a nasty virus two days ago and have felt like I've been hit by a truck, achy muscles, high temp, bad cough. So I stayed in bed most of yesterday. Dh keeps coming upstairs to talk about trivial nonsense (ignores my blank gaze), teenager is like a lost soul and has asked me 10 times when I think I'll feel better.
Just gone downstairs and it looks like a bombsite. Washing up waiting to be done, loads of clothes needing to be pegged out and bathroom needs cleaning. I am itching to do something, but feel so weak and ill I can't.
AIBU to expect a bit more from everyone?