OK I will start by saying I CAN have a bit of a temper, and DH has been brilliant all through my pregnancy with cleaning, cooking, providing lots of love and support through my horrendous sickness. I'm 34 weeks pregnant with our first, and I've been nagging for about 4 or 5 months about the nursery. It's going to be what was his room for his PC and guitars (think I've identified myself there so if he's reading...hi...) and it was only a few weeks ago that I decided to start sorting it out. He kept saying he would but didn't. Finally, we both got in there and found so much computer stuff and I mean a lot. 8 hard drives, 3 tower units, a spare monitor (!), RAM, motherboards, and loads of cables all of which he wanted to keep just in case. Me being mean, made him dump the lot. There were still 2 amps, 5 guitars (2 not his) and 2 guitar cases to deal with. We moved his PC downstairs and I know he wasn't happy with losing "his" room and wanted to put baby in the box room to which I said no. The spare room has a big window, is painted yellow and has fitted wardrobes. The box room is very dark.
That was all that happened, even knowing that my Dad was coming round today for lunch and to put the cot together. Yesterday, there was still all that stuff in the room and more. I felt I had to almost babysit him to make him clear the room, and to be clear he didn't actually WANT any of the computer stuff because it was soooo old it has been outdated. He wanted to keep it just in case. In case of what, I don't know. I never asked him to get rid of any guitars because they're important to him, but I did ask him to get rid of the ones that weren't his. He kept saying oh yes, so and so needs to come and pick them up, but never made arrangements to do so. So the nursery STILL wasn't ready this morning for the cot.
I snapped. I really did. I'm actually ashamed of myself. He took the guitars out of the room and left them on the landing expecting that to be OK. I told him to tell his friend unless the guitar is picked up this week, I am going to find someone to give it to...(anyone want a black Flying V?). His stuff is now downstairs in the appropriate place, but there was still a lot to do. My Dad was going to arrive in 5 mins, and instead of taking the Xmas tree out he's polishing the upstairs mirror! Hello? I need the room! Forget the damn mirror! I need you to bring the vacuum cleaner down coz I'm not allowed to lift anything, and help me move the table, and do the dishwasher because I can't bend down among other things. I started having a massive go, about how he doesn't want to do "his" room for the baby, that I've nagged him for 5 months and all I get when I ask what's going to happen to the "spare" video player or Star Wars chess set is "I don't know....I'll put it in the loft" and it NEVER gets to the loft ever. I went downstairs in a strop, found ANOTHER guitar and pushed it over, picked up said chess set, threw it, threw my mobile phone across the room, upended a chair, I was shouting and screaming about him never doing what I need him to. His mum called at that moment and I shouted at him to hang up, we were busy. I love his mum, I adore her but if you say to her that you're busy and can you call her back she will ignore you and chat away. I carried on shoving things over I honestly couldn't stop. I wasn't thinking at all. Finally he got his mum off the phone. The poor guy comes near me and OMG, I saw red and hit him. Twice ! We both walked away from eachother and finished tidying.
Dad arrived with stepmother, we had a lovely meal, cot was put up and they've gone. Now DH and I aren't talking, and he was wondering what to tell his mum. I told him to tell her the truth, that we were having an argument. I'm now upstairs, he's downstairs and quite understandably doesn't want to talk to me. I feel quite quite evil. We've been together for about 10 years but today I just went mad. Bearing in mind how great he's been AIBU to expect him to sort the nursery when I demand it? Obviously I know I was very unreasonable to raise my hand.
Sorry for the long rant. Nursery looks lovely by the way.