Ok warning you now total rant post.
I'm 33 weeks took early maternity coz of SPD and sickness. Hubby wanted me to go on it to take it easy.
Been off for two weeks and haven't stopped, been decorating cleaning getting every thing sorted for us for when baby arrives. I've went from working 40 hours a week so kept my self busy.
Hubby has come home to home cooked meal on the table every night a spotless house.
All I ask is he helps me round the house I get out of breath just walking up the stairs, our washing machine and dryer are in our utility room. But when I say utility room I mean shit hole needing to be converted in to a nice room. Went in this morning after cleaning the house from top to bottom to find a massive mound of HIS clothes and the all over the floor which is damp socks and boxers. Went to pick them all up already fuming for a massive spider to be stood on top.
In total rage I shot all of his clothes at the other side of the room over his working tools. Then sent him a text with about 50 swear words in. He replied sheepishly saying sorry and he would sort it.
It's the same old argument. And I spent half a hour in the kitchen ranting away to my self in floods of tears to the point were you kind of hiccup you've cried that much. Arghhhhh just needed to get that off my chest.
Please tell me you've had melt downs like this. Feel kind of silly now there's clothes all over his tool boxes lol but he's lucky I didn't throw them all over the front!