Just had an epic row with DH. Bit of context - came home after a particularly long day & am 4 months pg so not on top form. Am going away for work on Sat so DD will be staying at GPs for 10 days, so tonight was the last time I'd spend with her for a while. (DH and I work together at same firm, and will be travelling/working together - this happens a couple of times a year).
Almost as soon as I walked in, DH started talking at me about some work stuff. All I wanted to do was see DD, play then do bedtime with her, but DH just wasn't getting the message, even when I said "just give me a minute." I got tutting and eye rolling.
Fast forward to DD's bedtime. She was obviously getting to the overtired stage and shouting for Daddy, who at this point appeared to be stone deaf. Then she's crying, nothing I do is right, she wants Daddy. So I shout down "I think she wants you!" He then stomps upstairs, muttering. DD meanwhile is playing up and refusing to clean teeth. I've had enough by now and just want to give her a story and cuddles. I say "oh ok why doesn't everyone just do exactly what they want?" I go downstairs as DH is now taking over, but he shouts down "what have you done to DD? She's hurt her mouth."
This is a red rag to a bull. I have never, will never, hurt DD deliberately. I tell him I haven't hurt her, but I bet it's probably from running around the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth. Hint - DH - it's you that allows her to do this.
He says I've been in a shitty mood since I got in and it's only got worse. I say that's not true. He then tells me to shut up. Again - red rag. I hate this because it smacks of him trying to put the little woman in her place. I grab my keys and head for the car. I cannot be around him when he's like this. He starts shouting in my face (ok I can give it back but I think it's better to walk away).
Am now a few miles away thinking I'm a bit calmer and should just go home and probably apologise but just working up to doing it and also don't know what to say. We've had rows before but he never seems to understand I hate being 'talked at'.
What's most upset me is missing DD's bedtime. What an idiot I am.
In the interests of balance, DH is loving, kind, a great dad and husband and very thoughtful. He just abso-fucking-lutely does my bloody head in sometimes.
Go ahead, kick me up the bum and shout at me to go home. And thanks for reading!