DP walked in the house to find me close-ish to end of tether, but by no means there. I was gently castigated 'he's only 2, don't be so hard on him' as I ended 11 hours at 36 weeks PG with a very, very crotchety ds1 plus added healthcare, major chores and some tricky phone calls.
Twenty five minutes later I hear utter frustration in said DP's voice as he attempts to bath wailing/whinging boy. I smirk, I really do...