Dear oh,
Today, you're being a f**king tool. So it seems every time I sit or stand up, my stomach cramps up & the only thing that makes it bearable is lying down. So what have I been doing? Running around after our daughter, making sure she has her lunch, giving her a bottle, entertaining her when she climbed into the bed & jumped onto my stomach, while you've done not much more than read the newspaper & complain that you're tired.
I think this is a little more serious than you being tired, simply because you were too busy watching some crap on the telly to come to bed.
& you know what? You'll get time to rest when I take bella out with a friend tomorrow, & on Wednesday, Thursday & Friday because even though you're signed off work, you're still sending bella off to the childminder. Which I wouldn't mind so much if you'd use a bit of the time to do housework, instead of sleeping & going to the cinema.
Seriously, sometimes it's really, really hard to love you.