My husband has painted our bedroom the wrong colour because he wouldn't listen to me.
Our darling baby sleeps through the night apart from last night when he woke at 2.45 then up for the day at 5.30. At 2.45 I discovered that my husband had fallen asleep watching the football holding his glass of red wine which had spilled all over him and the sofa. I had had a drink for the first time in weeks and now feel rotten.
My husband and I haven't had a night out together since the baby was born several months ago. I am tired and my back hurts and I want some head space but can't have any.
The weather is rubbish.
To top it all off, the bastard cat managed to miss the tray and I trod in cat shit barefoot.
AIBU to eat cookies for breakfast because, frankly, it's probably going to be the highlight of my day?