So upset with OH right now. Toby hadn't stopped crying and niggling all day, I'd just taken some nurofen for the headache he'd given me and I was still trying to calm him down when OH got in from work complaining about being hungry.
So I asked him to do dinner. He put a frozen readymeal in the oven then dished it up when it was cooked.
After dinner he asked to put on one of his tv shows and I jokingly said "sure, if you get me an ice cream!" and he went off on one about "since when have I been roped into doing everything around here? I just got in from work! The only time i get to myself is my breaks!" so I mentioned that I don't get a break and he said "yeah well you only have 1 baby to look after. I've got sixty!"
Ffs. He's an IT guy at a small law firm.
He always says stuff like this. Like I'm a lowly housewife and he's a big important computer man. He deserves downtime and I deserve no breaks. I've done every night shift, washed every vest, bought every tin of milk. All I asked was for a readymeal and an ice cream.