I was away for a long weekend-not fun, stressful duty thing. This meant that I was barely at home since Thursday morning due to work commute.
I cleaned the house before I left and did loads of washing. I left a load in the tumble dryer-on-anyone could have heard it was on-and seen-it’s obvious when there are things in our dryer. AND you have to walk past it 200 times a day.
The one thing I requested the family do was to unpack some parcels. I gave clear instructions.
They knew I’d get in late, unpack, bed, straight back to work tomorrow morning.
DH has slammed out of the house because I didn’t say hello properly and sit down and chill with the family.
There was a load of rubbish in the front garden , turning into a pulpy mess. Next to the bin. I put it in the bin.
walked past the unopened parcels, and opened them and put them away.
walked past the tumble dryer. Emptied it of the clothes that had been there since Thursday. They weren’t completely dry, so need washing again as smell.
walked past the laundry bin and took a load of washing to the wash g machine and set it so I could empty and hang it up before I start work tomorrow.
dh says it’s obvious I’m looking for problems and bringing the mood down and why can’t I be pleased with the one thing he’s done? Like a pat on the back ( he’s actually added to my workload by doing this in a haphazard way too, but I’m not going to mention that)
I know I’m probably an arse, but ffs-I’ve just shouted that I am fine, I’m just busy, and I’m not the bloody slave.