DS starts grizzling over something (can't be hunger after he's been hanging off and chewing my tits constantly almost since he was born ) DP asks if i would like him to pull over so i can give DS a dummy.
...Horror of all horrors, no dummy to be found anywhere. Oh well
Until i get a look @ DP face..(like a bosted pisspot as my grandad would say) "Why didn't you bring a fucking dummy, you stupid cunt"
No.. i am not joking.
This was followed by a very angry pulling off and quick gear changes which nearly ripped my head off, (so i'm thinking about DS who is in a rear facing car seat, and only 2 weeks old.. still floppy neck stage) and thinking about the bawling and hooting of the night before about kids and safety.
So when we get to shopping centre, he yelled at me that we would go home if i 'carried on' .. must have looked upset or something.. and stomps off with DSS in tow, leaving me to put DS in baby carrier which didn't got to plan exactly as i couldn't balance baby in mid air and do up the clips. DSD stood clinging to me saying 'I don't like it when daddy shouts at you' and a mixture of sadness and frustration overtook me and i burst into tears.
Ten mins and a ciggie later, i managed to balance DS on my knee and do up clips with quite a bit of contortionism and wailing baby noises, walked into shopping centre to find DP, found him, resisted urge to strangle, and walked round with kids clinging to hands and DP chatting to me like nothing had happened.
Brought DS and kids some clothes. Brought kids two DS games. Went to McDonalds. Put bag of baby clothes down on floor. Finished Food, DP left to 'look' at laptops in another shop, kids and me get up five mins later and leave, and left someone with a lovely bag of baby clothes as forgot to pick up bag
Walk into currys to find that DP who constantly claims to be skint and didn't buy me an xmas pressie has brought a new laptop on a sodding 40 quid a month contract. Still not realised at this point that i have left 50 quids worth of baby clothes for some shit bag to pick up, we all toddle off to other shops. I'm feeling like my arse is going to drop off or all my insides are going to slither out if i don't sit down VERY soon, so make noises to this effect at DP who insists the last place we are going to is sports shop then camping shop on way out.
2 hours later we finally leave when i start limping because of the pain and (sorry for the tmi) blood is coming out of me in what feels like torrents, and i felt like i was going to pass out.
Get in car and take kids back home to DP's sisters. En route DP asks me to put a cd away which i do, only to be shouted at when i put the case away "What the FUCK are you doing, i said i wanted the other cd, you don't listen to a WORD i fucking say do you"
DS has been golden (as have kids due to very long day buying stuff for mr selfish) and wakes up for a feed after 5/6 hours just as we get to SIL's.
NOW i feel i must point out i love SIL to bits, she's lovely, but it must be a thoughtless gene that runs through the family. After feeding DS until he fell asleep, i was hoping to go home and finish round 2 of feeding without being bitten due to kissing of head ect. She held DS while DP was on laptop and i was having a much wanted ciggie and announced that i 'can't have fed him properly, he still feels light, you're going to have to feed him again'
Must be the hormones but it came through as 'You're not feeding your baby properly'
So i've fed him again, cue all the cuddling, head kissing, elbowing, kids screaming and playing, bumping, arguing over who was going to sit by the baby/daddy/me (nipple biting at each of the above)
Feeling like they were about to drop off, i gave it up, and put a dummy in DS mouth until we left.
Get home, xbox on, DS stressy and mega grizzly because i'm stressy, refusing to feed properly which added to the comment from earlier made me feel upset and useless.. Cue another bout of tearfulness. Decided to cheer myself up by cuddling DS and checking out the new clothes i brought him ..found had lost them, tearfullness now turns to full on sobbing. In kitchen because DP is in living room on xbox and doesn't frigging care anyway. Tell DP about lost clothes, who then goes nuts and blames me for leaving them Sigh DS still fretting cos he knows i'm upset. Don't want to rant at DP about it because he will blame the fact we had the kids rather than look at his own behaviour and we don't have them often so don't want that to happen which is the same reason when he was ripping into me i didn't have a go back as didn't want to ruin kids weekend by arguing.
Weekend from hell ...hmph... ta for letting me moan anyway lol Feel better now!!
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