Ta girls. He's already on at me getting a new job! So it looks like I'll be teacher training in September (taking Liebs with me to lectures!), although how we're supposed to do this with no car... anyway, doing my TT course then working full-time... unless he changes his mind.

His idea of "letting me take it easy" is to tell me he can't hang out the washing whilst I make lunch because he has stuff to do... like play on the 'net. Or sitting there playing games and asking for a cup of tea. Or when he does make me a coffee (always without sugar, but I'm getting used to that now!) leaving it in the kitchen for me to get. He was really upset I spent hours in bed on Saturday due to sciatica! Oh yes, and because I refused to clean all the windows and just lay there doing nothing while he did them. He just doesn't get the "in pain" thing. But he didn't nag me to vacuum this weekend and it did need doing (of course, he didn't do it) and I'm sure he'll have done the washing up before I get home tonight... well, he may do it after I've cooked dinner.

I'm just really sick of living in such a mess because I've left some jobs for him to do! I am sick of having to clean up after he's done a job, because he never does the washing up properly and doesn't even wipe over the work surfaces when he's done. If he cooks and freezes down food, he doesn't label what's in the foil container (despite me asking him to). OK, so all he ever cooks is Spag Bol every 2-3 weeks, but I still would label it! I'm sick of if I physically cannot vacuum the house I live in a tip! Oh, but he worked so hard by wiping over the windows and shifting the fish tank into the sitting room without any help - making me out to be the bad one! I couldn't walk on Saturday! I couldn't even flex my foot or roll over on the bed without feeling pain! OK, so I could hobble into the bathroom or the kitchen, but it wasn't comfortable.

Sorry, that wasn't going to turn into a whinge. But he's in no way considering that I could not work even for a year because he has decided our home is too small for three people. Three grown-up people, yes - for example, our home is too small to share with my mother. But it is large enough for two grown-ups and a toddler! I'm just sick of him not wanting to stay in our home any more - he was the one who picked it! Well, OK, we did so together, but he was the one who decided to buy a house last year and wanted the one we have now. And how am I supposed to work when we only have one car, public transport means he has to set off at 6am not 7am to get to work and I can hardly walk to the University to train, especially not with a buggy! Can't even get the bus at rush hour with that.

And then he wonders why I'm in a bad mood so much...

I don't think he's ever going to be OK with me not working, but at least with doing my PGCE then I'll have summer holidays at home and fingers crossed the training won't be full-time and mostly working from home... not that I'd like to see what my DH would do if I needed the computer for work and he had to get dinner! And so there will be 6m before I start my training (on pretty much full pay), 18 before I get a new job, and I'll want to be there a while before TTC#2, so Liebs will be 3-4 before any sibling comes along now. Then again, I was thinking Liebling would be almost 3 before a sibling came along, so that's not too bad.

So, sorry about all the rambling, I'll point out to DH that "working" on his car isn't work, nor is accompanying me to my scan this morning (so he should realise we've got a huge baby and I need to relax, but he still wouldn't say anything nice!), it's all playing with his friends, so he IS going to vacuum and clean the kitchen tonight. It needs doing: he is going to do it. And just watch the arguements start...