Got home at 8ish - via pick-up and Waitrose, cooked dinner (quick and easy - only fresh pasta, salad already in a bowl and tomato sauce), v v stressed at work - put in 60+ hours last week, DH working in the kitchen and in the way, DH and DS have had a row about the merits of 20/20 cricket and commercialism in Rugby and it rolled on and on and on. Plus have ironed three shirts for DS, 2 for DH, 2 for dd and three tops for me. The house is a wreck and there are feathers all over the garden and I don't know where the bird is - please God it isn't in the house.
So, AIBU to be tired, fed up and downing my third glass of wine (big ones). Tomorrow's another day of grind.