So, having been up for two hours in the night with my screaming teething one year old, while my partner slept through in our bedroom, I woke up late this morning to the doorbell going. It was 9.45am and my dad (who has the baby one day a week while I'm working) was at the door. He'd been ringing the door and the phone since 9am and I was so exhausted I didm't hear either.
As I rushed to the door, with the baby and me both in pajamas, i stepped in a pile of cat shit on the stairs. Leaving that, I rushed to get the baby ready for my dad, the baby had a full nappy and whilst taking it off him, he managed to step in it and walk poo all round the carpet in his bedroom. I clean up both sets of shit.
I then have to make breakfast, lunch and dinner all at the same time for the baby as my darling partner has used up all the food I'd made for the baby in the fridge, and not made any more to replace it. I get myself dressed and then bf the baby and sort him and my dad out.
I then rush off to get the bus. I arrive at work and am 3 hours late (I can do flexi time, so no one is going to kill me, but I still have to make the hours up somewhere).
I text my partner crossly about not waking me up this morning, and he can't see what the problem is. He says you obviously needed the sleep. Well, thanks so much for being considerate. It totally ruined my morning. And where's my lie in at the weekend when you're around?!!!
My partner is a helpful and loving dad, but it's stuff like this that makes me want to just put a pillow over his face when he's asleep. AIBU to be cross about the SNAFU of a morning and the fact that he doesn't get why I'm angry?? I can just imagine that he had a nice quiet breakfast this morning with coffee and Talksport before going off to work, whilst I literally had to deal with a shitstorm.
After a year of things like this, I am feeling really unloving towards him and like I've just had enough of him. I know on the major scale of things, this isn't the toughest thing that life could throw at me, but it's the constant grind of these little things that make me want to book a ticket to South America and disappear for good.
Tell me it'll get better?!!!