could somebody please stop me from stabbing dh? i moved Z into his cot tonight, which is at the end of our bed as opposed to right next to me like his crib was. so we've had to make other night light arrangments because of the stupid plug sockets in our bedroom (ie - we have 2, right the other side of the room from where Z is). so i use one of his glowy blue ball things, because they're battery operated and i can stick it right next to his bed.
so - i went up to bed a bit before dh, i'm getting all nice and sleepy, and not as neurotic as i thought about Z being further away than normal from me, and dh comes in and goes "Hey....hey....hey....em, you awake?" i shoot awake, thinking something dreadful's happened, and he's like, "I don't want you to use the glowy ball as a night light." so i go, "ok, go switch the baby monitor on, and use that, that has a night light on it, and it's right next to his bed." i prepare to go to sleep again, but no...dh has to launch into a massive rant about why he doesn't want me to use his fucking glowy ball thing, why can't we just use the night light we were using before (which i had already explained about 3 times this evening!) i'm just like, "go switch the monitor on and leave me the fuck alone to sleep." anyway, by now i'm awake and seething about having been woken up by the person who doesn't have to do the 5am feed, and then we have a massive row (in hushed tones) about why he feels crap cause of his job (apparently i don't appreciate him enough for getting up and going to work every day, like every other person in the world does!) and how he made all these massive sacrifices to move up here to be with me (he was living in a shed in his parents' garden and he had exactly no mates)
and i can hear him snoring over the baby monitor now and it's driving me fucking nuts GOD I JUST WANT TO FUCKING KILL HIM RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!