Spent most of last night in tears.
I forgot to turn the oven on properly.
I forgot to turn it off again.
I turned the radiators up and didn't turn the down again.
My husband didn't like the posh M&S potatoes.
He asked if he could have some covers in bed.
Honestly, I'm not a crier! Why are the tiny little things going for me so much. DH spent his night worrying about me which upset me even more, now I feel guilty for having worried him. But he's also pissing me off. (No reason, just him breathing is enough to annoy me at the moment).