My house looks like an post apocalyptic world. It is so bad that Will Smith has just walked passed my front door with a dog holding what looks like a vaccine syringe.....
Both kids (5&6m) have a stinking cold. DH yesterday said that he was getting it. Cue descriptions of: "Head feels like it's in a vice/stinging at back of nose and throat/someone is sitting on his chest". He has man flu of the most appalling proportions. Still went to the football yesterday though. Leaving at 9am and not returning until 5pm.....he only had 2.5 pints though (heaven forbid). I text him yesterday and said that he would have to take the kids down to his parents tomorrow for a visit and enable me to try to organise/sort/tidy/anti bac the house.
This morning after lots of moaning, groaning, sniffing and basic lolloping in bed (where he still is) I got the (voice of a dying man) "I don't think I'm going to be able to do anything today, I feel so rough. You will have to take care of the kids today" speech.
WTF??!!!! When I have a cold I don't get to lie in fucking bed all day. I have to just get on with it. I am so angry as its left me with no realistic chance of sorting my hell hole of a house until after the new year now (got 2 KIT days at work Mon and Tues).
AIBU to want to smack him in the mouth?? 🤬