We are both fanatical about the Welsh rugby team, and before having little Ff we would have been at the pub together this afternoon.
I spent all last night and most of today in the toilet, with hideous v&d - not sure if it is food poisoning or a bug, and don't really care, all I know is that I am feeling very sorry for myself indeed. And in his defence, Bloke stayed up with me while I weathered my gastric explosions all last night, even cleaning the bathroom floor after a (sorry, TMI) 'both ends' incident, and has looked after little Ff all day, just bringing her to me for milk.
In any other circumstances I would have put her in her Wales babygrow and taken her to the pub for the game, but I still feel like a big pile of poo, and have only just graduated to the sofa, confident that I am empty. AIBU to think that it isn't such a hardship for him to stay in with me, rather than go across the road to the pub to watch it?
He has conceded that maybe he will stay in, and is sat with little Ff on his lap looking sulky. Am I really being mean and 'one of those wives', which I swore I would never be?