Babyboo.. Your OH needs a kick up the arse! *hugs*
DH: You finish work at 5pm. I let it slide when you stay an extra hour (or two) despite the 40-minute drive home, when you "have stuff to catch up on". But staying until ten to midnight?? It's fucking diabolical. Especially as you're leaving at 6am tomorrow to buggar off to Bristol with work until late Thursday night, and I've got to take LO up to the hospital on my own tomorrow. If she has to have tests, I could be there all day on my own. How am I supposed to even eat, or go to the loo? They're so damned understaffed I doubt I can beg someone to watch her for 5 minutes (and would I even trust them??) And suppose she screams like she did ALL day today, and refused to nap for 9 HOURS? I nearly snapped. I honestly thought, for a fleeting second, that I was going to hurt her. Then I felt sick for even thinking it.
The house is upside down, despite me begging you for help. You were going to help me tonight so it was at least liveable before you went away, in case I invited a friend over for company.. But look a the time!! Instead, when I finally got LO down for the night (after one HELL of a day), I had to sort 3 loads of washing that you haven't even lifted a finger to help with, empty the tumble dryer, empty the washing into the tumble dryer, load/unload dishwasher, spend ages tidying the living room and kitchen, wash and sterilise pump/bottles/dummies/syringes etc, have some soup for dinner at 10.30pm, express more milk, feed the cat, sort LOs bits for tomorrow etc.. And I've still got to put the clean washing away (which I always ask you to help me with but you just leave it int he bedroom untouched), clean the kitchen, hoover, clean the bathroom, wash a load of our clothes.. I dread to think what else. I'm exhausted. I love our LO so much, but to day was too much for me. Nothing worked. I'm scared.
You're still expecting me to leave LO with someone so I can come to your works Christmas Party for 4-6 hours, aren't you? Do you REALLY think I want to celebrate with your WORK right now? You spend so much fucking time there, you may as well divorce me and go and live there. It is going to be the end of us if it doesn't stop. You always promise it will, and it does for a bit.. Then it slowly creeps back, staying an hour later each time..