DH is huffing at me, looking daggers, and getting DS#2 ready for bed in a threatening manner. Ooh I'm scared
Got a new Mp3 player as my last cheapo one broke. A bit extravagant I know but I need ir for running and cheaper than a night on the p*ss (ahem DH!). So I am carrying out the laborious process of transferring all my music. I have so far, burnt dinner (a leetle bit only) and failed to go to wipe DS#2's bum when he yelled for me so DH had to go . DH is taking it out on DS#1 in small and grouchy ways - DS#1 just looks at me and raises his eyebrows. But am beginning to feel the first burgeonings of guilt. Help me stay strong please!
BTW - DH sat solidly in his chair yesterday from about 4pm until dinner was ready - stirring only one to take out the recycl ing which I had already sorted. He huffed once. So I am justified. My resolve is weakening....