I admit it, I am struggling. This past year has been the toughest of my life. S has been in hospital 7 times. He has his MRI brain scan this tues to see if he has epilepsy. Work is sh1te and putting me under huge pressure (not workload wise but in other areas). We've moved house twice again. We have no money. Our relationship is strained and now I've just crashed my car.
Anyway. Weds nights are my housework night as I refuse to waste a Sammy day cleaning. H does the ironing. That's the deal. I got in after waiting 1.5 hrs for the recovery truck to bring my car home. H went out and got pizzas. Nice of him (well, I expect it was as much for him as for me). I ate and then started the houswork. H was soaking in the bath so I put on that one year of marriage thing whilst I dusted, he came down and immediately went on the xbox. I cleaned the whole house top to bottom whilst he did nothing. He couldn't even be bothered to hang out the washing, clean off the poonami from S's carseat (he brought him home tonight) or anything. He just about moved off the bean bag long enough for me to hoover around him. He could tell I'm knackered. All he could say about the accident was be rude to me because when I callled him to pick up S, I was obviously upset and struggling to talk and he thought I meant I couldn't move as in was stuck in the car rather than couldn't move the car.
I really have had enough. I know so many people are in a much worse position than we are (particularly those close to us)but it just feels like nothing can go right this year. Surely we deserve a little bit of luck?!
Sorry, such a bloody self indulgent post but I have to vent occasionally!
Samuel born 9 weeks early on 31/3/09