I know I am but....
Bloody fecking tumble dryer broke a week ago. DP took it apart and then ordered new belt and stuff and has just spent 3 hours fixing it and it still doesn't work! My kitchen is filthy, he's scratched our oven, I haven't been able to have any dinner cos he's been in the way and I've had to listen to him swearing all night.
All on a night I really wanted to relax as work is such a nightmare at the moment. Part of me is angry and part of me is proud of him for giving it a go. But really I just want to cry. I just want things to go right for a change - so far this year we've already had to replace a car and washing machine and have the dishwasher repaired (not that I'm bothered about the dishwasher but he is).
Ho hum...