I have had the day from hell, dc's have played up all day, I am 8 1/2 months pregnant, have been having really strong BH, have SPD, have had to do 5 spreadsheets, 10 pages of business planning, dd ate a big peice of raw chicken earlier this lunch time and has had a temprature tonight, she won't take the calpol so I have had to force it down her whilst she screamed, all this while looking after me as + diabetic brother & cooking dinner for everyone.............. Dp has just rang he was supposed to be going out for a meal with work.... eating at about 7 and getting home for about 9.30 ... This is the phone call
Dp 'Hi just though I would see how you were doing'
Me '(dd screaming in the background) What do you want?'
Dp ' just letting you know we are going into the resturant now'
Me 'you said you were eating at 7?!?'
Dp 'well some people were late so just going in now won't be back till later'
Me '(trying my hardest to think of something constructive/nice to say) PISS OFF'
I know it is not his fault but I am just in a shit mood.