Long day with very active toddler. Had been fantasizing about a nice cool glass of white wine when he finally fell asleep. Plan seems to be coming together perfectly. Pour lovely wine, take three sips, DH leans across and spills it and then tries to insinuate that it is my fault for resting it on the (flat, wide) arm of the sofa.
Aibu to leave the bastard if he doesn't go and buy me another bottle?
There was only a wee bit left.
sobs