DH is more hormonal than me I swear. He is stressing about painting the skirting for the spare bedroom before the builder comes today but it can be done when the builder is finished. His mate was leaving messages on our answering machine telling me to get out of bed and answer the phone which I refused to do because I was not in bed and I am sick of being told I'm lazy by him because I have a nap with DS in the afternoon. Anyways, I tell DH to ring him back and he yells at me and tells me he needs help sometimes, and I ask him with what and he said looking after DS. What the smurf? I woke up to DS this morning (we take it in turns) but I have done it the last four or five days. I have fed him, changed his bum, given him a drink and we are lying in the lounge watching The Wiggles. I am not helping paint when its 36 degrees outside and I'm 33 weeks pregnant, I shouldnt actually be painting anyway. The house is spotless too which I clean so what more can I do?