It was my first day back at work today and my sons first day at nursery today. It's been a bit emotionally taxing and so I was looking forward to a relaxing Friday night treat of a glass of wine and a pizza in front of the TV with my DH. It took a while to nurse my baby son to sleep(after a big day), so after having lovely pizza-y aromas wafting up the stairs, I was pretty hungry. I arrived downstairs to find that my husband had already tucked in to the wine and pizza leaving only three small slices (one of those long gourmet pizza platter things). I was already a bit pissed off at the point. I literally only managed a slurp of wine and one slice of pizza before having to go up resettle my son. When I re-emerged downstairs, DH had scoffed the lot. Cupboards otherwise bare, not even toast. When challenged, I only got an 'ohh...sorry' and just went back to reading his paper. I'm so pissed off that I've gone to bed early on an empty stomach rather than sit in the same room as him.