I wish I could cancel Christmas..........

It's Christmas Eve, and I am desperately wishing that it was January 4th when Mr H goes back to work. The weather here is dreadful so I can't get out anywhere and I have severe cabin fever, and Mr H is driving me INSANE. Sips of wine, whilst cooking and prepping veg are helping a bit.
My middle son and DIL came for a pre-Christmas couple of days and my youngest son and GF will be coming on 29th December for a couple of days. My eldest son is having a bit of a strop and isn't speaking to anyone. That's another story. So it's just Mr H and I for the jolly holidays. But it's not jolly. At all.

Last week I had a bit of a bug, sore throat, high temp, cough, etc, I medicated myself and got on with life. Mr H started with the same symptoms on Sunday, just as my son and DIL arrived, and he moaned and whinged, couldn't eat much, had to go to bed at 5pm on the Monday. Yes really. Barely spoke during the present opening.

Yesterday morning we went to our nearest market town, 11 miles away, to collect ordered meat and buy veg and last minute stuff. He had planned it like a military operation......
"We'll get up, have a quick cup of tea, drive over there, we should be there by 8am, get the meat, put it in the car, get the veg, put it in the car, get any supermarket stuff, put it in the car" .........you get the picture I'm sure. Everything went to (his) plan and we were home by 9.30 to walk the dogs.

Today I got up at 5.30am as my cough had returned and I didn't want to wake him, so I sat downstairs coughing with a cup of tea and cuddling the dogs.
At 7.30 I took him a cup of tea...."I woke at 5.30" I said, " I was coughing so I didn't want to disturb you"
No reply.
30 minutes later he says "I've got a bad cough".

He has coughed and spluttered loudly all day. But more than that, he has done nothing, absolutely
nothing. He has sat in a chair, gazing at the switched off TV.  Or he has hovered in the kitchen, putting things away that I am using. Or he has paced around the house like a caged tiger, gazing out
of each window for a minute or so. In an effort to escape, I went upstairs to finish the ironing.....after 15 minutes he came upstairs......."oh you're doing the ironing" he said. " no, I'm waiting for the elves to do it" I replied.

What I do know, is that I cannot spend another Christmas like this, with him and his misery. Next year, I will suggest that we either go away, or out to eat on the day, or that he cooks. I really can't be arsed to do it all again, for no appreciation and thanks whatsoever. I think I'd like to book into a hotel on my own, with a lot of books to read, music to listen to, and some nice wine!

Merry Christmas and a Happy 2016 to you all.
Hannah x