I swear if I have to isolate with DP for weeks, I may drink the house dry. So as a background to the question, this is how it is....
He is making our lives a misery. I'm pretty anxious about the whole thing and for a few days was being a bit doom laden too, but I've managed to pull myself out of that and am trying to be stoic and as cheerful as I can. DP is another level of miserable about the adaptations we will have to make to our lifestyle and won't accept them. He can't seem to accept with good grace that our holiday has been cancelled, instead it's being taken as a personal offence to him (apparently he NEEDS a holiday) and can't bear to stay at home and not do anything so he's going on and on about it, that he can't live like this and just wants to continue as usual. He is acting like social distancing is being put in place just to inconvenience his life. 
I can barely communicate with him as I'm keen to be careful and sensible, and honestly it's driving me batshit. I totally understand he is stressed about the situation and the impact on his work and our finances which could be worryingly affected by this, but the lack of accepting the need to just stay at home and get the fuck on with it is draining to say the least.
Today he asked if we wanted to go out for lunch. I said no, it's not a good idea. Perhaps I'm too cautious, although I really don't think so. So now he's gone off to bed in a sulk like a spoilt child.
I'm looking wtwerks of months of this and I'm beginning to wonder what's worse; the virus or having to put up with this shit. To hell with loo roll, I'll need ALL the wine to get through this.