DH went out last night with some friends - he doesn't go out very often. He said he'd only have a couple but would stay with a friend to avoid driving. He rocks up this morning looking awful and has been worshipping the porcelain god at regular intervals.
He said he wouldn't get drunk because he wanted to get on with finishing decorating the kitchen which he's been putting off for weeks.
I've been openly grumpy as I've been looking after DD while suffering with bad morning sickness.
Give me some perspective - am I being a cow?