I feel bloody awful now.
DH has been at work for the last six days - he's in the police so long hours and weekend work.
Yesterday I did my back in so much so that I nearly fainted with pain. Called him at work to ask him if he could come home early to help me deal with the dc. He couldn't get off early so got in at 7pm by which time I was on my last legs.
Today he went back to work - I'd managed to get my parents round this afternoon to help me out as I knew I wouldn't be able to do the whole day by myself. They came round for a few hours and took the dc's to the park for a runaround.
DH rolls in an hour later with no phone call telling me he was going to be late and then asks me what's for dinner - this sent me over the edge and I yelled at him and threw a jar of something across the kitchen. Ok - I know that's not normal behaviour but I've been in so much pain I just lost it.
He's now gone out - probably to the pub. I'm still sooo pissed off with him - it's yet another example of his work taking precedent over me and the family.
Sorry - just a rant to stop me going more mad and trashing the house :(