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Excuse me. Bad evening.
This rant might be better off in the "am I being unreasonable?" thread, but I know you guys, and trust you to make the appropriate disapproving noises.
I think DH and I are rowing, but I'm not actually sure. I've had a total pig of a day running around like a blue arsed fly trying to sort out mine and baby's (now 2 weeks late) 6 week check, post redirection, dry cleaning, birthday gifts and a bunch of other stuff. I've walked miles, have a thumping headache and DH has been smoking in the front room while i was out, so i have to re wash all the sodding nappies, because they smell of smoke.
THEN he gets the hump because he didn't get his dinner until half nine, (at which point he decided that he couldn't be bothered to wait for me to finish feeding Gwen and helped himself)
So, I pointed out that when i asked him "When do you want dinner?" and he said "anytime" I stupidly chose to believe that that meant I could do dinner when it was convenient for me. Apparently it actually means 6pm. I point out that when the baby is SCREAMING with stomach ache, I can hardly just leave her and he grunts, and insists there's no problem.
Anyway, so he goes out to walk the dogs and 90mins later when he's not back or answering his phone, I go to see if everything is ok, in a blind panic that something's happened (bearing in mind we live in a former strip club, and tend to get disgruntled punters trying the door all night) to find him siting on the stage watching iplayer. in the dark. For GOD's sake! What is this, 1950s conneticut?! I don't get dinner done on time, I get sent to Coventry?
Anyway, rant over. I hope you've all had a better day.