Massive falling out with my partner last night and I'm not sure whether I was out of order or not.
He comes home from work around 7pm and I'm in the middle of dinner for the kids. It's been a long day and I'm running behind schedule. We have five children, one of whom is a toddler and one of whom is 4 weeks old. Our toddler is really playing up at the moment and being incredibly demanding of my time. I am certain that his new baby brother is making him feel usurped, so I'm doing my best to help him through the situation.
DP rants a bit about his day and an argument he had at work. I listen whilst pottering around fetching drinks for kids and cutting up food etc. He finally asks me how my day was and I comment that it was stressful and that I haven't eaten anything yet today. He offers to make us something whilst I bath the youngest two.
Half an hour later I come downstairs and the older three are still milling around the kitchen. He's chopping lettuce and tomatoes and chatting to the kids. I poke my head round the door and say that I'm just going to water the garden quick and I'll be ready to eat. DP says 'can you do that later?' Erm....yes. But why? You're still preparing food. I'll be done by the time you're plating up. Anyway, he insists I sit down and observe him cooking. So I do, feeling slightly pissed off that I could be doing my last job of the day but now I'm waiting and doing nothing.
Anyway. He must have noticed that I was a bit annoyed at being told what to do because he then points at the huge pile of books in the middle of the table and says 'you should read those while you wait'.
The books are my primary school children's and they were brought home for me to sit down and look through to see what they've been up to all year and how they're progressing. I had previously told the kids I'd be sitting down on Sunday morning with a coffee before anyone else gets up to have a look at their work. They seemed happy enough with this, but now they're over my shoulder wanting me to read their books right this second. I tell DP that I've already said I'll do this in the morning but he's adamant I should look now. So I got up and took the pile of books to the garden where I sat down with one of his beers and read through the kids work. They came with me, excited to show me what they'd learned and wanting me to read their creative writing and look at their maths. I'm pissed off and hungry, but I ooooh and ahhhh in all the right places and after about 45 mins the kids get tired anyway and go off to bed.
Back in the kitchen, he's got a face like thunder and my food has a fly buzzing around it. He's eaten his.
Now we've fallen out. Apparently I'm the one in the wrong but I was just so worn out and wanted to eat and relax for half an hour before bed.