4 year old DD1 caught the norovirus doing the rounds and was ill Tuesday and Wednesday relentlessly. Obviously very little sleep for either of us. I was so careful about hand washing etc but still managed to catch it. DD2 is ebf. Managed as best I could but it was hell. On the plus side I’ve now mastered bf using a sling.
Dp was wonderful and helped as much as he possibly could but sadly cannot bf 
and the 4 year old is still a bit wiped out and clingy and just wanted me.
Haven’t been sick since lunch time and I think I’m through the worst. Lying in bed with the dc’s feeling like a wet rag.
Dp came in an hour ago and I said I might try and eat something in a bit. He told me to stay where I was and he would go and grab me something.
Lay down expecting toast or crackers or something that a normal person would eat after a stomach bug. Must have fell asleep because he came in with a tray. On that tray? Fucking chilli and rice with nachos and jalapeños!
What the actual fuck was going through his mind when he thought that would be a good idea