Fuckity fuckity fuckbags. DP is a cocklicking arsehead.
He's off work. So why am I stuck at home with a pigsty and a velcro baby, with crippling period pains?
He's off out picking up a pram for his sister. He's been gone since well before 12. So fucking maaaaaad. The only thing he had to do today was to go to the tip with DS1's old bed, and the bags of rubbish and box from the new bed. Assumed it would take 2 trips and probably an hour. Instead of taking the stuff from inside so we could at least stop weaving in and out of rubbish, he's took the bed from outside, and then hasn't done a second run. Instead he's gone off with his fucking sister.
I've had me and the baby in the bath just because the pain got so sore, and it was the only thing I could think of to help the pain and keep O occupied. He took an hour to feed, and is now asleep. Feeling very sorry for myself.
DP can shit off. Twat.
If he was at work I'd have to manage, but he fucking isn't and yet I'm having to put up with no fucking help.