DH is a very good dad to just turned 2 DS, but sometimes I feel like I have two sons rather than one.
I am anxious (see username) but he is too relaxed in his day, he doesn't care, doesn't plan, there is always time and a way to fix something etc. Talking about daily stuff here and not important things that we discuss and act on together.
Yesterday we were coming back home from holidays at my parents' place. My dad was travelling with us to come and stay with me and DS for a few days (DH works away during the week). So DF drove to the airport , dropped us at the terminal, went to leave his car in a booked long stay car park and came back by shuttle bus. At the terminal I had asked whether everyone had everything and he said yes. I checked the rear seats where DS and I were sitting, all good. During the queue for the check-in, DH suddenly realised he was still wearing sunglasses and had left his glasses on his seat in the car. 
Had to go back to the car park by bus
After the check in, we were still carrying one backpack (I use it so that I can have it under the seat with my stuff and DS' snacks and toys), three hand baggages (DS being just 2 was having his seat and allowances on the plane for the first time), my handbag, a plastic bag with food for us and DS' buggy. I wanted to pay the charge to board one hand baggage but he said it was too much (€ 25 ffs). Once passed the security check (which was painful enough - a young female security guard had to prevent DS from running away and entertain him while DH and DF were sorting themselves out instead of reopening the buggy, while I was stuck under manual inspection), I kindly asked DH not to buy anything at the duty free because boarding the plane would have been a disaster with extra bags - again involving closing the buggy, lifting DS and all the rest AND I HAVE A SPRINKLED ANKLE WHICH WAS BECOMING SWOLLEN AND PAINFUL.
He didn't listen and bought two bottles 
Boarding was a stressful mess and DS was becoming cranky and overtired (it was 10 pm, poor kid). After departure he fell asleep curled up on his seat. I asked DH (corridor seat) to go and get the baby belt, because at the first turbulence DS would have been waken up to fasten his seatbelt, while he could keep sleeping on me instead if needed. He said three times he was going after finishing the game on his phone but didn't. I had to squeeze from the window seat and go. In the meantime he has removed DS's shoes and placed them under the seat. I asked to give them to me because they could roll over through the whole plane. Did it at the third attempt.
After landing, he had to carry DS through the passport checks as buggy goes on the baggage belts. DF was carrying two hand baggages. I ended up with one hand baggage, my backpack and handbag and his f* bottles, plodding along stairs and corridors with my ankle which was now similar to a watermelon.
When I exploded in the taxi, he said "you need to be British" ( we are naturalised), "keep calm and carry on".
No I don't f** keep calm when I have to keep a constant eye to two kids!
Sorry for the rant, I just needed it.