He's been away for almost 3 weeks with work (and been able to tag on visiting friends in the locale at the same time), he's come back, and now is straight out on a jolly. Kids are 3yo and 7m. When he got back from his trip he left a massive pile of washing outside our laundry cupboard. I ignored it. He moved it inside the laundry cupboard. I ignored it. Even my 3yo knows to put their clothes in the laundry basket at the end of the day. He asked why I hadn't done his washing. I told him because the washing basket was empty. Arse.
I'm so tired and run down I can't even think straight and left my bag on the bus earlier. I'm running a fever and ache to the core. He riled up the 3yo and made all sorts of promises about outings that I would take them on today (whilst ill, in the sodding rain). Then he went on his jolly. Did I mention I am unwell?
He's in the spare room tonight. No help with baby night wakings is better than expecting help with baby night wakings and receiving none.
I know there is a lot of underlying resentment. I'm not going to drip feed the rest of my 'he's a knob' woes. There's too many! I probably should LTB.
Just need to vent. Send hot chocolate and hot water bottles.