Does anyone else hate it when they get in from work?
I'm lucky in many ways in that I finish at 4 and DH works from home so can pick up the kids from school. However ......
Each night it's the same. The kids have gone through the kitchen like locusts, DH thinks his work is done childcare wise and shuts himself in his office. Invariably has meetings ALWAYS from 4-5 or 6 so is on the phone when I get in when I'm faced with carnage and the kids running wild then I have to prep dinner, tidy the kitchen, whilst fielding the fucking door going for various reasons and DH wonders why I'm in a foul mood by dinner time and just want to go to bed for the rest of the evening.
I know I have a DH problem. I'm sick of it.