A little background - he has been quite ill with a chest infection that saw him hospitalised for a week. However he has now been home for a week and returned to work.
He is wheezing and blowing when he has to move around the house so I have been doing a bit more for him than I normally would.
Now the AIBU bit... I asked him at 4pm what he wanted for dinner tonight, giving him 3 options. He ummed and ahhed and couldn't make his mind up, saying that what he really fancied was a chinese. I said fine, but as I'd been out at his stepmother-to-be's hen night the evening before which was at a chinese restaurant, I didn't want any so he could order for himself.
"Oh, they won't deliver if it's a small order. Forget it, I'm really not very hungry."
I cooked for DD and myself and he was again offered some dinner. "No, I'm really not hungry. I fancy something though..."
I then asked him if he wanted a fishfinger sandwich. He said no, he was fed up with bread (I suspect while I was out last night he consumed a large quantity of sarnies rather than cooking for himself as the loaf was 3/4 gone this morning).
That was 2 hours ago. I am happily MNing and catching up with the Apprentice on iPlayer.
He comes into the living room, collapses on the sofa doing heavy breathing and says in wheedling tones "d'you know, that fishfinger sandwich is sounding really good right now...?"
So IABU to ignore him (as I'm currently doing)? Or should I be a good wifey and get up and make him one (and yes, in the time it's taken me to type this I could probably have made the damn thing but it's the principle of it all!)?