Happy Birthday CV, and sending you good vibes, Rudy. Hoping to see everyone on the 12th.
Everyone has gone out to see Star Wars, leaving me in peace. So the joys of my return:
Someone has "borrowed" my pillows for a sleepover guest, rather than using the spares that they couldn't be bothered to look for. And has not returned them.
The cat has shat on the bath mat. Again.
No-one has done any washing; there is so much stuff in the laundry basket that it has all fallen out.
There really is no food in the house - one egg, no butter, some dried up cheese and numerous jars in the fridge. DH went out muttering to get something for dinner tonight. (I refused to cook.) They have been out every night in my absence, or had takeaways.
The house is a tip, and no-one has hoovered since I did it before I left. It is like I am being punished for having been away, being the breadwinner etc etc - the resentment is palpable sometimes.
Oh and does anyone else's DH/DP have no idea re empathy? Said I was worried about my appointment at the breast clinic and was told "It will be fine. Get a grip." It's exactly two years since my melanoma diagnosis, which isn't helping, and he was the same over this, and was also utterly hopeless when my father died too - it's like, he has never experienced anything like this, so has no idea how to deal with it. I want to give him a very hard smack sometimes.