I live with my dad in a small flat with my 12 month old DD (moved out of a DV situation). We get on great and have had no arguments since she was born. Out paths don't cross often and we see each other surprisingly little despite living under the same roof.
I do all the cleaning etc and obviously look after DD. Longest I have been away from her is 1 hour. You get the picture.
It's been a particularly hard week. My dad's leaving for work and sees me sitting on the middle of the floor with my DD asleep on my lap surrounding by a room full of mess.
Conversation goes:
D: has she been busy this morning?
Me: yeah, Im exhausted
D: why?
Me: I've been up with her all night (DD is usually a great sleeper but for whatever reason 3 nights on a row we've been up at 1 am).
D: well she needs to sleep then.
Me: I wish she would! (Said jokingly but with a feeling of being misunderstood) I've tidied up about 6 times already this morning. She's running around leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.
D: well she needs to tidy up after herself. You should only let her get one thing out at a time.
Me: But I was on the toilet and trying to get dressed! It's not that easy.
D: well why didn't you take her with you?
Me: (in my head) because I wanted five minutes peace from you lot! (If you know the book, then you know!)
D: I'm not helping am I?
Me: not really, it's ok. You look smart. Have a nice day.
D: you too hope your day is better.
Door shuts.
Me: puts sleeping baby in pushchair and tidies up for the seventh time. Makes a mental note of all the jobs that need doing. Swigs cold coffee and rants on Mumsnet so I don't actually burst into tears.
If you got this far 🙌
Thanks for listening to my rant. I know I'm being unreasonable but I'm exhausted and need to let it out. Feel better now.