Gah. Bloody men. I did a list of 'stuff we need to do in the house before new baybee comes'. This was going back months, and I suggested to TG we tackled it over the summer while I was in second trimester heaven and before I got too big or ended up with back pain (something I have suffered from over the years), so that I could help him get it all done. Of course, he duly ignored most of it, thinking we had loads of time.
We are now in the position where we have 4 weekends free before xmas and he suggested we revisit the list. So I did, and I emailed it to him again. Apparently, home now feels like work and he is fucked right off with me!
Why have we gone from a relationship (pre-Boo) that was equal and balanced, to me being the fucking adult and him being the reluctant moody sulky child? Why does becoming a mother mean you suddenly get to take on all responsibility for household bills, appointments, check-ups, car servicing/repairs/mot, shopping, packed lunches, insurance renewels, booking of holidays, buying of all xmas and birthday presents/clothes/shoes, keeping a fucking calendar for every member of the family. Why am I the only one who can think for all of us, and not just myself? Grrrrr.
Sorry, that was v memememe. I just feel like I'm about to implode. 