Oh I feel very hormonal this morning. I am so annoyed with dh and I know it's unjustified but hey, I'm pregnant and it's how I feel so I'm going with it...
He plays in a band and they rehearse 3 times a week on fixed days. So 3 nights a week I don't see him at all until 12am. Fine. But these are fixed days and although sometimes I get annoyed about how our timetable is dictated by the band I live with it, it's his thing, it makes him happy, yadda yadda yadda. So last night was night off, tonight is band night, tomorrow is our night. Except his sister just called to say that as his mother is having an eye operation today. One which, to try and detract somewhat from me being a heartless bitch, is completely routine, takes about 30mins, and which she has had done various times before. It is being done this morning and tomorrow she will be home.
Well apparently he has to go and stay the night, in the hospital, with her. Why? WHY? She's in the HOSPITAL. Where they will take care of her. She will be home TOMORROW. So I said, okay, well whatever, it's close to where you practice so you can just go straight after you've done your band thing. And he says, oh no, I'll go there about 8pm and stay the night, I've changed band to tomorrow.
Cue extremely icy silence from me.
Now I KNOW I am being hormonal but I don't think he realises that to me this reads as:
Order of Priority in my (dh's) life: 1. Band 2. Mum 3. dw
On top of this, he is using a week of his annual leave. Yes, 25% of it, to do a band thing. In the year we are having a baby and might just need some extra time together, I don't know, even a holiday later on?? But THAT'S FINE. Because on the whole I'm pretty cool with this kind of stuff but sometimes it just really gets to me.