When you're out of commission

Whenever I am sick or unable to do the regular chores around here, somehow the world starts to become messier.  I admit that my husband does try to do some dishes but unfortunately he does not know how to cook.  So I tell him, "Baby, what happens when I am so sick that you have to take care of me completely and you can't cook anything?" Well, we are at that point. I can't stand on my splinted ankle and my husband has to run out and get fast food every night because he doesn't know what else to do.  If he tried spaghetti, it would be mush.  I know, he tried mac n cheese; you wouldn't have wanted to be there.  His eggs leave something to be desired and I am a picky eater.  He should go to cooking school or at least take those classes where you learn a few dishes.  I would attend.  So today I had a meltdown because I knew this would happen that I would be left telling him that I was hungry over and over and he wouldn't know what to do so the hours would drag on.  Here we are and he finally went to Taco Bell and I hate Taco Bell but it was better than your traditional hamburger and fries.  During my meltdown earlier today I called my mom and cried mom help me.  So she is coming over tomorrow thank goodness and I know I can count on real food instead of fast food for days.  Soon she will be moving in and it will be for the best because situations like these come up more often than not.  I love my husband but there is no one that can take care of me like my mother.
M