dp went out into town with car last night. came home at 3 this morning minus car. he had an expensive car service yesterda (400+) and is supposed to be spending the weekend decorating ds's room which at last count has taken 4 and a half month. the lining paper is still not even finished. obviously this morning we need to go and collect the car which will take a couple of hours with the other bits we have to do. i can only help in the room when ds is asleep this afternoon doing things like painting as one of my arms is in plaster. last night i spent my evening glossing the skirting board an window frame.
dp is refusing point blank to get up, only tried at 10 - nicely to start with, offering coffe and food, no joy, he was rude and obnoxious and i ended up hitting him with a pillow . i have left ds up there with him to try and wake him up, ds's nappy needs changing - if i'm honest i could manage it, but (not for the faint hearted) i have to click my broken bone back into place when i have finished which is hardly conduscive to healing is it?
i'm sorry for the rant, i just feel dp should think himself lucky he went out at all last night, and he should be glad he enjoyed himself and be prepared to feel a bit shit today but just to get on with it. oh and to add insult to injury he came in and woke both ds and i up, me by leaning over me and putting all his weight on - yup you've guessed it! my bloody broken hand. grrrr.