Last Friday I booked a day off work today. I had to swap round my shifts and agree to work a late shift I don't usually work a week on Wednesday. Monday is the only full day DD does at nursery, DH was working earlies and then going hot air ballooning this evening. I was planning on doing absolutely nothing all day and just enjoying myself. I work full time + run the house + have a cake business + am preparing to run my rotary club next year so as you can imagine free time is not something that is overflowing in my life.
DD caught hand, foot and mouth from nursery so instead of having my lovely peaceful day I have had a whiny, irritable toddler instead. Because she has been poorly all weekend the house looks like a hovel. And DH has just texted to tell me that (a) his balloon flight has been cancelled so he will be here tonight and (b) he will be finishing work at 3pm so he can "tidy the garden". I hate being here in the house with DH in the day, he is a nightmare, the house is tiny and he just gets in my way whatever I am trying to do.
So, to recap. My lovely day of peace and quiet has turned into looking after a sick child and DH finishing work early. AIBU to want to cry into my coffee ?