Actually quite fecked off. Like a lot of women I bought and wrapped every Christmas toy. There is a dolls house which had to be built last minute as it was too big to hide. I wanted to start last night, H said leave it. Tonight he is trying to build it, buggering it up and getting in a mood.
Problem is he is shit at flat packs. I’m pretty decent and can throw together an IKEA chest of drawers in no time. It is killing me watching him and him refusing help. I had to walk away.
He also keeps huffing about how exhausted he is. But he was in bed before me last night and slept in till 10.30. I had already been up and done a 90 min round trip to the hospital to drop stuff off for a sick parent. I have cooked, baked wrapped, run about. Meanwhile he watched a Christmas movie and went for a long walk.
AIBU to be fecking furious and just want him to bugger off to bed and leave me to it? It would take half the time and I wouldn’t have to feel the guilt trip from him.
Sorry, just venting!