Aaargh. Yesterday I was having a typical mum/housework/busy day. I'd been out on Saturday so was doing a million things at once.
OH and FIL were doing a really difficult job with radiators in the living room, so the house is like a warzone. I was trying to get lunch ready for everyone, my youngest DS (1) isn't feeling well and had done a horrid nappy which required a full on bath. My DS1 (5) and DD (3) were running about with our young puppy going a bit feral and I was still in my dressing gown.
Que doorbell and it was an old friend from college who every so often just turns up. No calling first, no warning, he just turns up for a cup of tea, and then just wanders about the house for a look while I'm running about like a blue arsed fly after kids/dog/radiator spraying water everywhere (new place we've moved to...I hadn't even given him directions he got them from a local bloke he was visiting before us)
I asked him why he hadn't called first as it was a bad time and he says "oh you know me".
It's good to see him once in a while but he does this every time I see him and I hate it because with 3 kids I'm hadly ready and waiting fr drop by visitors. He is still single and has no kids, so doesn't clearly see things from a busy mum's point of view.
AIBU to at least EXPECT a call first to warn me I'm apparently having a visitor? It's not like we live on a street either, we're in the middle of the bloody countryside!