I could murder dp. I went to bed at 10.30, DS woke up at 10.45 and proceeded to wail for over an hour. I think he had tummy ache so i was trying to soothe him with cuddles and calpol. I asked for help but oh no, match of the day. All the more irritating as I was exhausted and really could have done with that early night. It proved to be a generally unsettled night so DS ended up in our bed around 2am, much to dp's distaste but was he going to stand cot side in the small hours?
Things like this really bother me. In the middle of the night when your thoughts crowd you out a bit. He's developed the ability to look like he's listening to me but then has no recollection of conversations, he doesn't know how many bottles DS has in a day, and if we want to leave the house together he does nothing but sort himself out. He's a selfish wanker at times and I've fucking had enough. If I try to talk to him it's me and my issues, not him. As aargh.
I do love him but I really needed to get that off my chest.
Oh and he calls you lot 'Angry Birds' and doesn't show any bloody interest because you aren't footballs.
Worse if you get round, square and triangular windows will you also have a soft play centre chez boys?
SoYo be resolute!! It will improve.
Wco good to see you back, hope the jet lag isnt too bad. I go back weds but have another two nursery intro sessions on Monday and Tuesday!