Husband arranged to do an activity with a friend this morning, and then arranged they'd go to the pub for lunch. I woke up this morning with a bug - aching all over, banging head, feeling sick and the runs (sorry for tmi). Husband could have done the activity and then come home to help me with the kids (all under 5, so not easy to leave to their own devices) which is what I would have done. Instead he has done the activity for longer than planned, and in a text sent at 3.15pm, has just ordered lunch. AIBU to be really pissed off? He said he'd be back early afternoon so I could go to bed. Instead I'll have to cook the kids tea, even though the thought of food is turning my stomach, and it's debatable whether he'll be back to do bedtime.
For context, this is all part of a long running argument about how whenever I'm ill I never get to be ill, while he takes to his bed and ignores everything and everybody else when he's ill. If he dares complain if I spend tomorrow in bed, I might actually send him to his mother's.