I'm feeling slightly ungrateful for my c**y carnations and the box of chocolates that I don't like, which my partner will now eat. How much thought went into that?
I also missed out on my lie-in to do a 150 mile round trip on my own to pick up a wardrobe I bought on ebay and then, with the help of my ever patient mother, assembled the wardrobe. At least I bought her some of her favourite flowers and chocolates and made her a cream tea when she refused my efforts to take her out for lunch. My dp, who had taken the kids to his mum's, has now returned, allowed me to bring the stuff in from the car, not put his coat in the newly assembled cupboard, leading me to believe that I have indeed wasted pretty much the whole day and will have to waste another day taking it apart and reassembling it somewhere more useful, and promptly fallen asleep on the sofa. I am not happy.