I just need to release some steam, feel free to ignore.
Hubby has hurt his back and can't work. He's home, he's bored and he's irritating the HELL out of me.
I work from home (self employed), am chockablock and am panicking over everything that still has to be done before christmas. I'm also struggling with asthma at the moment, and am on steroids.
Struggling to breathe is making me a bit testy, I will admit.
He decides, this morning, whilst I'm in the middle of trying to organise work, life and appointments, to start teasing me, repeating everything I say in a stupid fucking voice and when I asked him to stop, carried on. I burst into tears. I haven't the breath to do anything else.
He gave me the wounded look, combined with the "what have I done NOW?" whine and then went off to sulk elsewhere. Halle-fucking-lujah.
Does anyone want to buy a slightly shop soiled husband? He's pretty good at gardening....