DH has diarrhea, caught from our toddler daughter.
I cannot cope with him. DD is better now so running circles round me when we are home, I'm working full time, coming home and dealing with everything there, tea, washing, DD, bath time, bed time etc etc all while DH either lies in bed or mopes about (yes in the dressing gown of doom too).
He will not stop going on and on about how ill he is (but can sit and eat Easter eggs all day by the looks of the bin when I got home tonight).
Texting me at work with links to illnesses he thinks he has, asking me to go to the shop to get him certain drinks or snacks he fancies, talking in a stupid whiney voice, telling me repeatedly that his tummy is really hurting or how shit he feels, asking me to take his temp 10 times a day (not got one)
Honestly I'm so past caring. It's been 3 days, DD was awful last week and even SHE wasn't as whiney (she's 3!).
I honestly just want to tell him to shut up now, I get it, he feels shit. I can't remember the last time I got the luxury of just lying in bed for 3 days doing absolutely nothing while he ran ragged even when I have been ill. I'm sick of looking at him, sick of hearing him, sick of him looking at me expecting me to... I don't know? Fawn over how poorly he is I guess.
It's not the fact he's ill, it's the silly neediness as if he's a child.
Arghhhhhhh AIBU to just not be able to muster much sympathy here.