So Today (Friday) OH had full rage cos I didn't cook dinner coming home at about 22:20.
I worked a 12hour shift on Wednesday night.
Thursday morning I got home was on the phone with the physiotherapist who told me to come in but I said I was in too much pain to even walk then transferred me to the doctor who called me again to 'listen' to my desperate cry for painkillers to help with pelvic girdle pain in pregnancy. The doctor said he can't give anything (except a sick note) but I continue with paracetamol.
So I am 17weeks pregnant suffering from pelvic girdle pain, back from a backbreaking 12hour night shift where you are not allowed to sleep even on your break (referred to as gross misconduct). Getting home I look after my 20 month old son who barely let me sleep and kept hitting my head with books and showing me letters, numbers, shapes, colours which are his recent obsession. I look after him till 5pm when Dad and 3 year old girl returned home. Made and ate dinner then went to rest at about 5:45pm.
Couldn't sleep, but just rested in bed till 7:10 when I got ready for another backbreaking 12 hour shift on Thursday night. Came home Friday morning. Looked after son till about 11:45am when Dad came home with 3year old. Slept till Dad left about 1pm. Woke up to look after 3year old and 20month old. 3 year old finally slept at 5ish in the evening. Made pancakes, fed 20month old. Woke 3 year old to eat. Then they both slept at 7pm. Finally I made my bed and slept off as was too tired, physically exhausted, sleep deprived to do anything.
Normally I order take out, but I am too broke to do that as I had just booked a holiday for my husband and I for December- my treat.
Am I just looking for excuses or did I really have to "kill" myself to make sure there had to be dinner tonight??