Sick time

It seems to me that I am not allowed to have fun without my kids or I pay the price of...getting sick and being alone said children.
Toddler is sick, preschooler is well into recovery and me- I get sick too! Unfortunately, small children do not like to rest, just whine!
So here I am day two of being dizzy and nauseous all day with a screamer and a 'tired of being inside-er.' I can't rest but am tired over not sleeping all night dealing with the the screaming baby. He kicked, screamed, pulled hair and hacked up his lungs all night. Poor baby and poor me!
Life doesn't stop- so to get better I kept making myself tea, homemade chicken soup for all and cleaned the windows, swept the floors, vacuumed tortilla chip and cracker crumbs, put toys away, changed diapers, made breakfast, wash dishes that didn't fit into the dishwasher, unloaded the dishwasher and forced the baby to take a nap and the preschooler to rest so I could grab a cat nap.
This didn't help one bit!! I was so sick and tired that by the time my hubby got home I burst out into tears.
His response:"What's the problem with you?"
Really "What's the problem?" I'M SICK Motherfucker! But, I didn't really say that-just cried more and gave him a hug that wasn't returned!!!
I even got stuck with dirty diaper duty. Then had to clean the kitchen after dinner.
Don't I ever get a break.
Wait... I did and am convinced that enjoying myself with friends and no children led to this sickness-damn circle of pain.