I give up.
Dp's parents were here today, whilst I was out at uni, nipping into work to get some reference books, sorting out M's passport, etc etc. Went for my mri - results in a few weeks. Came back, was changing M on her table for a bath, looked up and was stared in the face by a teddy. On the wall. It's made of china. It's holding balloons. It's tummy is a clock. It's vile. MIL made it. Dp is now not talking to me because I lost it as I thought it would have been nice to actually ask ME if it could go up. I asked him if he liked it, and he said, no not really, but his Mum spent ages on it, and she was all excited and wanted to put it up. I said tough, it's vile, take it down. So he's going to, apparently. She has also made a wonky winnie the pooh, a frightening giant rag doll, and given us badly painted paintings which dp has actually put UP. God, I sound ungrateful don't I. I also saw a small pale pink coat when I came in, but that's disappeared to God knows where. I have no idea why this man wants to marry me, he keeps ignoring me. He's the one that cooks dinner, and now, because he's not hungry and needs to get some work done, (and the fact that he is ignoring me) he's not making any. Mean, horrid, git. He also came in at 1130 last night, after saying he was coming home at 8.30. He was plastered. Got into bed before me, and by the time I got there his snoring was terrible. I had enough by 1am, and a lightly sleeping M, so he went into the other room. I'm in there tonight, I need some bloody sleep, and he can look after her at night for the first time. I don't care if he has to go to work tomorrow. So there.
I'm not having a good evening. Need to go and make some dinner for myself after a poo day.