I am probably being a bit unreasonable but need to vent so bear with me!
DH went out in London and we had already agreed he was going to get the train back and then a taxi back from the station. He wanted to stay late and I wanted an early night because I'm feeling ill, which is why we didn't plan for me to collect him from the station.
So I was in bed sleeping and at about 11.15pm the home phone keeps ringing. It's DH in a panic because there are no more direct trains. He hasn't actually worked out what the options are so he says he's going to call me back. I ask him to call my mobile so I can go back to bed. He then calls the home phone again so I have to get up and go downstairs again. He tells me he can get a train halfway and then a bus. Great, I say, goodnight.
It would have taken him a few minutes to look up the fucking trains before his night out and work out the time of the last direct train. And when he realised he'd missed it, why the hell did he call me when he knew I was feeling ill and trying to sleep?! He could have found a solution himself without calling me.
So annoyed because I can't get back to sleep. I work full time at a stressful job and I can't afford to be ill AND tired.
OK rant over I will get over it. He just made a mistake and it's no big deal but... MEN. Why are they so clueless when they've had a few!