Feeling pretty bummed

I just had over a 3 hour commute home from work filled with continuous pulling over to throw up. Finally made it home and told my husband I’m going to sleep. He said ok then I’ll go fishing. I’m craving fries after all that I just went through and he gives me attitude like I just requested the world. End of story, he just left to go fishing, I feel like crap, and I have no French fries.

Side note: it’s probably not the best for me but it’s something I’m really craving and honestly would make me happy.