I was up late last night, insomnia. Around 2am I was heading to the bathroom and bumped into DH who was more than half asleep and going to the loo at speed. He mumbled something at me and went into the loo. He'd said during the day he had an upset stomach (which means diarrhea).
He came in to the kitchen afterwards and said he was crapping liquid and felt bad. There was a smell - I asked if he'd cleaned himself up properly and he got quite shirty with me. I got him some immodium and he sat with me for a bit in the living room. I gently suggested a shower might help him feel better so I guess I wasn't convinced he'd cleaned himself up properly (was vvv tired).
Was sleepy finally so went to bed with a book, DH still sitting in living room watching TV. Was about half two. I got into bed and put my foot into something wet. Pulled back the duvet and there was a huge wet patch - shit, basically. Yelled for DH to come NOW and he just fucking stood there like a moron - I was stripping the bed but it had already soaked through the mattress protector so there was a big stain on the mattress (shit!), and it was on the duvet too which doesn't fit in the washing machine.
I told DH to clean the mattress while I got the shitty bedclothes into the washing machine and checked the other bedding etc. And washed my FOOT. Went back into the bedroom to see how he was getting on and he was dabbing at it with fucking baby wipes!
Had to pretty much drag him to the kitchen, hot water, soap, scrubber etc. I was absolutely furious - not because of the shit but because he was so fucking truculent about it. He wanted to turn the mattress over but I said it had to dry out properly. Got him to have a long shower and did some extra mattress-cleaning myself. We don't have a spare bed so slept with the DCs.
Got up this morning and DH was wrapped up in the (slightly shitty), duvet, no cover, on the mattress. Which smells - there's no stain to see but it does smell a bit so I think it soaked into the innner bit if you know what I mean.
Anyway, I felt bad for him, it must've been horrible and embarrassing, so I was gentle and solicitous this morning. He's gone now and I am torn between feeling bad for him but also being really cross - babywipes ffs! We have three DCs, we've had to deal with crap before (though not in bed, but they've had accidents in our bed before hence the mattress protector and DS1 was sick in it once), it's not like he doesn't know best practice with bodily fluids.
What do you think?