I’m not well. Been off work all week on two types of anti biotics and 60mg of coedine four times a day which in itself is knocking me out. I feel like crap, it might be something more sinister and even though that’s unlikely I’ve got to go for more tests in two weeks and that’s worrying me. I’ve not left the house all week except to go to the hospital. I can’t even have a glass of wine because of the pills and I’m bored, tired, worried and in pain.
Ive been up at 7am every day to get DS ready for school and then gone back to bed and got up to cook dinner. I was hoping for a lie in today but DH woke me up fumbling about in his sleep, then the cat, then DM popped round so I’ve not had a nap today.
Gets to 5pm and DS asks what’s for dinner. I’d rather eat my own feet than cook but I say enchiladas. He pulls a face and asks can we have fajitas. I say we can but there’s not babycorn and you only like them with baby corn so you’ll have to have peppers. Doesn’t want that. I say double check in the fridge for corn and if not ask you dad to come through and we’ll have a chat about dinner.
DS comes back. No corn. Did you ask your dad to come through? “No he’ll have enchilada’s and I will I suppose.” Not what I asked - eventually DS gets DH to come through and I say I’m tired I’m not well and I don’t feel like cooking something no one even wants.
DH then asks “are you saying you want to get a takeaway” I say no I’m not I’m saying maybe someone else could bloody cook. I also resent the implication that if I wanted to get a takeaway I wouldn’t just say that.
Anyway we are getting a take away because that’s apparently the only possible other option if I’m out of action and I’ve been accused of being shitty with everyone. Maybe I am but really should I even have to bloody ask for someone else to put things in a bloody pan and apply heat until it’s a meal or am I being really really unreasonable?
rant over but ffs