He got back from a rugby match an hour ago, slightly the worse for drink, to find me sitting on the sofa in the dark with 5 month old DS asleep in my arms. I had to tell him that I had spent most of the afternoon in A&E after I tripped and dropped DS on his head. DS is fine but I feel like such a horrible mother :(
DH wobbled strode into the kitchen without another word and made bangers and mash. He cut the sausages into bitesized portions so I could eat them one handed, and poured a big glass of wine. He never usually cooks.
I love him quite a lot tonight.