Lack of sleep
I've had roughly 2 hours. In an hour I need to be at a new sensory class for little lump I signed up for with my mumma friends. I've been looking forward to it for ages, and now I'm sitting here with a dread lump in my stomach even thinking about trying to get ready.
Husband was out on a night out with work last night and came in at 5am. Who the hell does that at age 30?! Not us, except now, when I'm stressed out and we have an extremely clingy baby. Yeah, that's when he'll do it.
And guess what? I totally get it. He's blown off some steam at a time when we're very stressed. But when is MY time to blow off some steam?!
It's always the same isn't it. You see it all the time on TV. Woman goes through the trauma of childbirth. She doesn't want to impose on husband as now he is the only income. She gets more upset by being the only support network. She burns out, flips out. Man wonders what the hell happened.
When did my life become a soap.