Last night he made a big song and dance about washing up, because he hates the new tap (tough, he wouldn't get involved with choosing the kitchen so his hard luck if he doesn't like the result).
Today, he did reluctantly come with me and dd to the supermarket, but parked himself in front of the magazines so I have to push the wretched trolley and dd around (I'm 19 weeks pg). We get home and he starts whining about 'what's for supper' and got pissy when I said I was feeding dd first and if he wanted supper fast, then he could cook it, which he declined to do. I'm sorting tea and he gets squeamish about cleaning up dd after she did a mega snotty sneeze. He manages to get dd all wound up and hyper, then leaves me to get her to bed. Gggggrrrrrrrrr
Oh, and when I commented that I'm knackered, he says "so why did you get pg again?" Like he wasn't involved in that.
He's turning into stroppy teenager.