I think I probably am, and I feel pretty terrible. I wish I'd kept my mouth shut tbh.
Been out all day doing traumatic fun things with the DCs. Popped to supermarket on way home. Saw DH getting me some flowers (presumably for Valentine's Day), but turned a blind eye and pretended I hadn't.
Was expecting him to hide them somewhere and present them tomorrow. However, we got home, DCs were fighting by front door, mud was being walked into the house everywhere, we were in the middle of bringing about 10 bags of shopping in, and DH chose this time to thrust said flowers in front of me, still in tesco's carrier bag.
I(authomatically, and somewhat ungratefully) exclaimed 'but its not even Valentine's Day yet!'. Being slightly perplexed as to why Dh would have chosen this particularly fraught time to give them to me. DH has now got all upset and said he doesn't know why he bothers, he was just trying to be nice, and he never gets anytime to himself to sort things out secretly.
Now I like to think I am a grateful kind of person. Unlike some people I know, I have no problem being given supermarket flowers rather than flower shop bouquets, and I don't care what type of flower, and I don't expect a huge romantic gesture. However a day early, by the front door, with shopping in hand, and WWIII breaking loose seems about as unromantic as it comes.
DH is now in a big strop and I am foreseeing a very miserable 24 hours ahead..... AIBU and very ungrateful?