My husband has drove me crazy the last two weeks.
Mother’s Day was minimal effort from him. His dad wanted to treat us so he booked the restaurant. He came home 2 days before Mother’s Day after an argument and handed me flowers and said I know it’s early but there you go. Why couldn’t he just give them to me on the day. Give me one day to actually feel special and appreciated. Instead on the day I had to go out and get stuff for his mum because he didn’t bother getting her anything either. He couldn’t even pick up a stupid mug or even a card from our baby. First Mother’s Day ever was just a massive disappointment.
The next day he went away to London for work. Ok so he’s working the week but he also managed to go to the football, have meals and drinks out and just have a general great trip. (His job isn’t stuck in meetings or boring).
I’m at home, sick with a stupid cold. Baby going through a sleep regression and attempting to ditch the dummy. (He gives in so I had to do it while he was away to keep it consistent)(he also doesn’t understand why I’d rather get rid of it now than when baby is older and can ask for it). He came home yesterday and wondered why I wasn’t in a good mood. He said it’s hard on him coming from such a positive fun mindset when away to so negative at home. Well it’s amazing how positive you can be when you get 8+ hours sleep, you’re engaging creativity and over all have the energy to do more than just the minimum.
I’m so bitter and jealous and angry. I feel unappreciated constantly.
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I’ve literally just send the same kind of message to one of my friends. My boyfriend went out on Friday night did absolutely nothing useful yesterday to help me. Then said go & have a bath il look after the baby, he let him fall asleep at 630 meaning he was up really late & unsettled. Meaning muggins here had to deal with him, he’s slept through for the first time all week (pot luck on the night his dad was supposed to be getting up with him) & then he’s had the audacity to wake me up at 6:20 this morning to go and let the dog out for a wee! He’s now, fast asleep again and I’m wide awake raging over tired and over stimulated. I feel like they just don’t get it they get so much free time and stuff with them eleven realising. I’m also heavily pregnant so don’t think my hormones are helping 😅 x
My god I swear to god they just like to wind us up to see what happens 😂
Fingers crossed for a better night!