I probably am being awful but I am totally fed up. I had a nasty bug (well still do, I'm on the tail end of it) a couple of weeks ago and now DH has it. TMI but I had it coming out both ends, painful stomach cramps, shaking, feeling freezing and muscle weakness. On one of the worst days, the kids were at school so I got a couple of hours nap but I was still shattered as I'd been up most of the night. DH was off on this day putting some new fencing in, it came to picking the kids up and I said I don't know if I'll manage to get to school without having an accident plus my son is autistic and often bolts so I was dreading chasing him. DH said well I can't really go as I'm filthy but I will if I have to, I knew if I said please go it would bite me in the arse later so I just got on with it and the day after and so on, all while DH was fannying about over the weekend in the garden so I had both dc alone whilst really struggling. But meh whatever, I'm used to it.
Now DH is ill, the world is at an end. He literally hasn't moved from his bed, whining and groaning even crying. He's snappy and constantly biting my head off 
. I've done everything in the house with the kids, I haven't asked for him to lift a finger and he hasn't. He's been laid either asleep or on his phone laughing at whatever. He did come down a couple of times and started criticising how I was managing the kids, I explained I was doing my best and I'm still tired from now being 100% myself. I went upstairs earlier to talk to him and he eventually started getting annoyed at me and covered his face with the duvet 
, he's managed to drag himself to the shop this evening (first time he's got up and gone out since Fri) and dumped the shopping on the floor for me to sort, I pack it away and put away some tablets he's bought like a cold and flu type thing. I hear him bellow from the kitchen where the hell are them tablets, can you never leave stuff alone you make things a thousand times worse and stormed off, crying . I didn't know he wanted the tablets yet, I put them away incase the children got hold of them in the morning. I'm somehow expected to read his mind. I feel like he is being quite awful tbh, if I ever say how I just get on with stuff and he doesn't when illness strikes his excuse is that he must have it worse and I wasn't as bad. Sorry if iabu I'm just fed up. Thanks for reading.