Had an argument with dp earlier, haven't really spoken all day.
Was mainly about the fact that I'm the only person who ever wakes up with the toddler at night (he's 2 but an awful sleeper) because he pretends not to hear him and I'd rather do it myself half the time because dp just gets in a mood.
He asked if I needed any work stuff washing for tomorrow, I said yeah and put my uniform in the pile with his stuff. He fucking took my stuff out the pile and put it back in the washing basket and I only just realised when I went to put the stuff in the dryer just now.
Is he fucking 5 years old.
I have to be up for work at 5am and now have to wait an hour for the washing machine to finish.
FFS 