Bearing in mind this is a man who, when I first met him (he was 29) would text me "Im a poorly boy" when he was ill. Or use his mums diabetes blood testing machine text me the result with "Im scared :-(" until I told him the number was perfectly fucking normal (was nursing at the time).
That was 14 years ago so you'd think he'd learn by now that Im only sympathetic to real ills.
So, we arent together. He lives in a caravan, looking for somewhere to live as we speak so sees the kids here two evenings a week and one day on the weekend.
The last time he was here was Wednesday he left at 9pm I asked if he was feeling ok because both our sons had nasty colds. He said he was absolutely fine.
Neurofen sorted out the eldest but I was up 8 times to the youngest on wednesday night and up every 15 bastard minutes last night. (Hes been waking hourly for the last few months due to unrelated health problems). All because of a cold and asthma. Tiredness is an understatement.
ExP texts me at lunch time today he said hes had the flu for the last 48 hours but hes getting better and he wil be here tomorrow.
I said its not the flu. (that peaks on day 3 and you begin to feel better after a week according to the NHS website.)Its the same bad cold as the kids.
He insisted it was flu. But hes getting better.
I said if its flu then we dont see him until next week because DS2 is on steroids.
He said he best not come over then until its been a week.
I was absolutely spitting with fucking rage. He was FINE 36 hours ago. He said he is getting better now. Its NOT the flu if it lasts 36 hours!
Im absolutely dying with tiredness, my nipples are killing me because DS's steroid inhaler gave him oral thrush which he passed on to me breast feeding and breast feeding every 15 minutes at night and is currently stood next to me crying for another feed.
And his stupid fucking dad isnt coming because he has a COLD and doesnt want to admit that it isnt flu.
The same fucking cold as his kids have, who Im looking after with no damn sleep.
Rrraaaggggghhhhh