I am at home, it is Sunday, and I am pottering about mning cleaning and tidying. DH announces that he is off to IKEA for a few bits and that he will take our two pre-schoolers, one of whom is 4 and pretty reliable, and the other can be put in trolley. So, not arduous.
MIL rings. We chat about plans for next week and I mention that DH has taken the boys to IKEA. She tells me that I am lucky that DH is willing to take the two boys out together.
I am stunned, and ask her why I am lucky that my husband is willing and able to take his own children out. She laughs and repeats again that I am lucky. I tell her that I think he has the better end of the bargain as I am cleaning and doing stuff that he would never think of in a million years.
So, I am cross. I am hoovering and getting more and more ranty by the minute and need to off-load. So don't tell me I am being unreasonable because I AM NOT.