it started yesterday. he said he'd be home by 9. I said good because I had to go to tesco's - I'm not doing that with 6 kids!!!!
he got back after 10pm. which is fine, no worries I'll drop off kids at 11 am then go to tesco's.
oh no, he says, he forgot to say that the fence panels are being delivered today between 8am-2pm.
so to sum it up: I couldn't shop Tuesday night.
I can't sleep in Wednesday morning. just in case the fence comes.
when I take the kids out I have to ask neighbours if they are in, please blahblah blah, embarrassing.
I can't go toTesco's coz I have to rush back.
I can't do anything till 2pm, at least on my fucking day off (like have a nice bath or a nap) because I have to watch the door...
then I got up this morning,and noticed he left a message on the door for them on the back of a piece of paper that is very important to me, and I blew up!
(it was the menu of our murder mystery party to years ago, it was a fab night and I keep it in the kitchen. he knows it's important to me)
I called him, crying, that he fucked up my day already, did he really have to fuck up something that's a reminder of a lovely memory? did he?
oh, he couldn't find anything else as he was in a rush.. f
FFS! we have a box full of paper to print on upstairs and a stack of small bits for notes and shopping lists in the kitchen..........why oh why did he have to choose that one thing..
I know IABR. very reasonable. he is being careless and I'm right. I just can't stop crying.