I've woken up in a bad mood and a panic.
Boyf is out at work all day, he's 'stressed' at work at the moment, so isn't being very communicative. I'm at home all day with builders/plasterers/plumbers in and out the whole time. I'm glad I'm here, because it's questions all the time from them, which had I not been able to answer them straight away would have held things up quite a lot. But really I should be at work, I think boyf has forgotten that I do actually have a job, since it's all 'can you just do x today?' well no, because even if I'm not in school, I've got shit loads to do.
I'm worrying now that once the baby is here he's going to forget that that is a pretty massive job too, and I'm not really going to be able to 'just move that chest of drawers and carry the bed downstairs' or 'just disconnect that extractor fan while standing on a ladder balanced over the loo' or even 'just be there for the builders when they are making a huge noise and pushing dust everywhere'.
Not forgetting right now that there isn't actually a usable toilet in the house ALL DAY. So I'm here with the bladder of a pea, avoiding drinking because I can't spend all day running up and down to Sainsburys. This morning he managed to get out to the gym to have a shower (first one since Monday, any excuse to go feral), then came back and moaned about it. Had I not been balancing on said ladder at the time faffing with the extractor fan, he'd have got a punch in the front bottom.
Raaaaah... on a nicer note I'm going to see my friend with a 2 week old baby today, good for cuddles.