DH insists that we have a full roast dinner with all the trimmings, every bloody Sunday. This effectively means that we don't actually get to do anything else, as he goes to church with DS in the morning, and goes off to do his hobby in the early evening.
So, if we have dinner at lunchtime, it goes on when he gets back from church and we will finish eating about 2.30pm. If we have it at dinnertime we have to eat at 5 for him to be out of the door for 6.30, so it goes on at 2.30pm.
He does the lions share of the cooking for it, btw, so this is not a whinge about that. It just seems that with trying to get a load of housework done, looking after 11mo DS and him inevitably wanting to fit in seeing his family at some point, there is no time at which it is just the three of us spending time together at the weekend, or getting to go out anywhere other than the supermarket. We're either spread throughout the house doing various jobs, have visitors or are visiting or are eating.
AIBU to demand boiled egg and soldiers for tea next week?