Hi everyone - arti and I have been have little chats between ourselves today as for some reason MN is hiding this thread from us . Anyway we've been sent a link back to it from MNHQ, but its a blooming awkward way of finding you all to catch up!
As it is gone 2 in the morning I am going to have a v self indulgent me rant as I need to get it out of my system, then I will catch up with what I missed whilst you were all hiding.
Last night DD wasn't very well - nothing particularly wrong, but she was very hot and wasn't sleeping very well. So I gave her some calpol and a cuddle (unusual, as she's not a cuddly baby), stripped her down and when she finally relaxed she went to bed and I popped back for reassurance every time she stirred and grumbled (about every hour) as DH was away. When I got up this morning I'd got a temperature and my glands were HUGE, so have staggered through the day feeling sorry for myself.
When DH came home, he took over with DD and I stayed up to feed her at bedtime and asked him to cook me some tea, although it was more for the sake of eating as I wasn't particularly hungry so asked for cheese on toast. So I came down from feeding DD to find him chopping and stir frying like mad, which actually tasted pretty good.
Then I went to bed and at midnight DH came up, crashed around the bedroom until I woke up to ask if DD needed turning over (she was on her tummy, but sleeping soundly) - I said only if she wasn't happy or if he could do it without waking her. So he duly woke and spent about 10 minutes trying to quieten her down and then came to bed. Peace lasted all of 5 minutes, when she started up again. He ignored her, despite promising me he'd see to her in the night, so I got up and went to her. Shushed and patted for ages, then started to pace the landing with her (which I've not had to resort to for months - and she is considerably heavier than last time I did it).
After about an hour I got her back to sleep, (DH snoring v loudly by now) and I came downstairs to get myself a drink to find the kitchen looking like a bomb has hit it (normally if one cooks the other clears up, but as he shooed me to bed I assumed he'd do both). As we don't have many dishes and spoons for DD, at the very least her stuff needs washing ready for the next day. So at 1.30am I started to clear the table, load and set the dishwasher off, wash up (and find every single utensil that had been used and hidden in odd places around the kitchen - why do men do that??) and start putting away half an onion, half a broccoli, half a bag of green beans, have a pack of celery etc that he had used. Oh, and then I smelt the stinky nappy rubbish bag so had to take that out too.
And now I am cross and awake and clearly not going to be better tomorrow now. DH is supposed to go on a stag weekend, but suggested he'd just go to part of it, so I wouldn't have DD all weekend on my own as I've had all week - but TBH, it would be a lot less hassle if he got out of my hair and left me to it.
Right, got that off my chest (almost posted on AIBU I am so cross, but then remembered I am scared of those threads!)
Will catch up now and see what you're all up to x