This morning I asked DH to starts DS's breakfast whilst I quickly threw some clothes on - I'd been up with DS twice in the night and got up with him at 5am this morning. 5 minutes later I come downstairs and DH is up and out the door muttering about how it was pointless as DS wasn't eating his breakfast anyway. I told him he needed to have more patience, to which he came back at me with... wait for it....
"I LET you get dressed didn't I!"
I was fuming... still am.
What is it with men?? They do normal everyday necessities and yet it's like they've done you a massive favour. I feel like checking into a hotel for a long spa weekend and making myself unavailable 