I've just come out from hospital after an op (my appendix was taken out on Monday). We've sold our house and our living in our son's house until our house purchase goes through. So, my DH is looking after me.
I feel like I'm going nuts. The house is a typical young man's house i.e. a tip and my DH is hopeless. it came to a head this morning when he brought me a cup of horrible looking builder's tea in bed. which we have just had a massive argument about.
when i asked him why he brought me something he knew i wouldn't like the response was a) 'i tried to water it down a bit b)i didn't want to waste it (WASTE IT !!) by throwing it away c) I would have brought you up one later (i.e. when I'd finished reading the paper.)
As i type this, i realise i am probably coming across as perfectly mad, and he's normally ok and reasonably caring. It's just that he thinks he's Florence fucking nightingale.
I just feel like dialling up a taxi and checking into a travel in until i feel better.