so he came home at about 9pm, I got dinner on table pretty quick, I cleared up dinner, then started to iron his shirts in front of tv. He is stressed because of some solvable bank/mortgage cock-up. I am upset because I had some sad news today. I told him that I had found it a bit embarassing him telling my Dad about how upset he had been about the neighbours erecting a massive shed in THEIR garden (I mean wtf?). He got in a major strop, ignored my apology, and went to bed in a foul mood.
DD2 woken up twice, and I have been up to her both times.
His bloody lazy mother is coming tomorrow morning to be waited on hand and foot, by........ME, and I won't see him again properly until Sunday evening.
twunt