He has had:
A week away for work on one of those team building things where they get to do loads of cool stuff.
Followed by a four day week at work, one of those days he worked from home.
A mate round on Thursday night.
Then a jolly on Friday to go over to Manchester for work Christmas night out via Christmas shopping and lunch with his mum.
He spent the night in Manchester and got back late Saturday afternoon, then went out in the evening.
This morning when ds decided that morning was 6.45 he made me get him up.
And he has the nerve to complain of being tired/having had a hard week etc when:
I spent his week away playing at being a single mum to a very ill baby who spent most of the week screaming at me while I skipped lectures to take him to the Dr/pick him up early from creche because he was grumpy all the while also trying to play catch up after missing an entire week of lectures previously because ds had had conjunctivitis and couldn't go to creche.
On the wednesday when dp was workiong from home I was nursing a bad headache and was going to take advantage of having the car for once to go to Rainbows only to find that some scumbag had vandalised the wing mirror so had to run all the way there as I had the keys to open up.
Plodded to full days of lectures while nursing constant headache.
Merrily waved dp off with assurances that he wouldn't be late back at all on Saturday.
Headache/cold turned into really bad attack of sinusitis. Spend saturday in hell entertaining ds waiting for dp to materialise
Get up early this morning even though I am ill because dear darling dp doesn't feel very rested after 2 nights out in a row.
And right now I am trying to finish this sodding essay that has to be in tomorrow because the world in general seems to have conspired against my ever having the chance to do it.
I would dearly love to kill him.