Sorting out the back bedroom, which has become a dumping ground.
Sent the 6yo off to bedroom to read, she's happy.
DH pops up and wants to "help"
I said "No thanks, easier if I just crack on tbh. Why not take DD out to playground or something"
No, no, he insists on helping.
Every single thing he picks up, drawer he open, box he looks in "what are we doing with this/where does this go/when did we get that/shall I chuck this or charity shop"
OMFG JUST LEAVE ME TO DO IT if you can't make decisions.