We have now moved house and fortunately the dressing gown of doom is in a bin bag as I’m waiting for DH to sort his shit out.
Why oh why when DH is ill does he feel like we should treat him like he’s on his deathbed and the whole worlds should stop?
I’m cooking dinner whilst DH is outside with DC in the garden in the shade. He sudden appears at the door and wails - I don’t feel well, at full volume. DD get pushed through the kitchen door towards me and he runs upstairs with baby DS. I finish cooking dinner and sit down to eat it with DD and DH appears with DS in the door shouting you knew I was ill and hands crying DS to me and runs to the bathroom. I think FFS why did you run upstairs with DS if you were feeling so ill you couldn’t look after him for 5 mins. I hear the shower going so I wonder if DH has vomited (he hasn’t) I sit down with DD and eat dinner whilst BFing DS. DH appears 10 mins later looks at dinner and says is that it? Then helps himself to a large portion of dinner. I give DD and DS a bath and put them both to bed.
AIBU to think that if you only have a bowl of cereal and two large bags of sweets to eat all day and then spend most of the day outside in the sun, don’t wear sunscreen and don’t take any water with you to drink then you may feel unwell!