Bertie perhaps that was his goal? To maneuvre a position where you couldn't ring him? Just a thought.
H has just left for work. I was supposed to drive him to work, but as MIL was here, I asked him if he could just ask his MIL for a lift, since it was only slightly out of the way and she was leaving about the same time anyway to go home. No, of course he can't inconvenience MIL - but it's okay for me to have to disrupt the boys, drag them out to the car, drive him up to work, drop him off, drive home, get both boys back in the house (because at that point they will be expecting to GO somewhere, not just drop off daddy at work). And then settle them again. sigh... Literally 20-30 minutes of hassle for me, when MIL could take 5-10 minutes out of her time to drop him off by his work (and she was willing to do so as well). H said no and got angry with me as soon as MIL left, so he has walked to work. He has COPD so will be rather wheezy when he gets to work, which I'm sure he'll blame on me not taking him there. grrrrrrrrrrr I hate martyr syndrome, I really do.
He pissed off to the bedroom again this morning - he's done it every day he has worked this week - hide up in the bedroom, not helping out with anything, for a couple hours - so not only am I dealing with everything (including children) on my own for most of the day when he's working, but he dumps it on me when he's at home as well - so I have NO time to myself, no time to shower or prepare meals or anything - just have to do it around the children (DS2 is disabled and requires constant supervision). I could just scream. I flat out told him today "If I'd done that to you, even once, you'd have gone NUCLEAR! Why is it okay for you to do this??" No response. If I push it, he gets nasty and defensive. "You don't get it - I'm just starting back to work after some months off" - like I didn't have to do that with maternity leave when I was working fulltime? - I was off a lot longer with a lot more technical and stressful job, and I didn't hide away when I was home. I get so tired of "you don't get it, do you?" 
He went on about how tired he was today, but I was the one that was up part of the night with 3yo while he slept.
But HE had to go back to bed.
Oh, god. Sorry. I'm in a horrible rant today. Mainly because amid all this nonsense, MIL was here, and so I had to be polite and cheerful when all I wanted to do was scream.