Just a moan.
Sick of my miserable house!
I get up feeling fine, content with the day to day family life shenanigans. But my other half gaaaaaawd, misery, misery, misery.
He is only happy when he's at work or at his mates! He hates being at home, sighing every minute, moaning, watching his phone, moaning about the tv being boring, moaning about the kids moaning. Taking himself to sit upstairs alone because he's bored, telling me he can't wait for the kids to grow up and move out. Getting on at the kids for being annoying kids like they're supposed to be. From morning till night he can't crack a smile. I just want a blood chat from him or a laugh but Jesus, he can't even do that. Even the kids are struggling with him.
Sorry for moaning, he must be rubbing off on me.