I am sitting here m'netting and drinking wine while there are swear words and gloss paint fumes coming from the hall.
DH's crime: To strop that I had 'been ages', that he 'didn't know where I was' and he had to pace the streets to keep 19mo DD happy for 25 minutes while I tried on 2 tops and a skirt in Next then queued up to pay.
Background: I came home from work crying on Friday that I felt like an old fat tramp compared to the younger single girls in my office who have loads of time and spare cash to go shopping.
Disclaimer: He could have done it in the 7 hours I was out with the DD today - instead of fixing his bike and rebuilding his laptop.
*Just the doors actually, I have already done the ceiling and walls.