Dh has been out all day playing golf. I however have had the day from hell. DCs have been causing absolute hell. It was so bad that mid afternoon I was in tears.
Dh finally rolls in at 7pm. Had no lunch, cos he was playing golf...starving. I was bathing DD and he was banging through the kitchen looking for food. I think he actually believed that when he got home, he would be greeted with roast beef and yorkshire pud.
Sadly not, me and DCs had McDonalds.
He then spent rest of evening moaning how hungry he was. Normally I would have made him something BUT, he has done nothing with me or DCs over hols, so I thought "fuck it" and made him nada.
He had to actually use the phone book to find a takeaway that delivered, with much huffing, and has now gone to bed in a state of shock that I have actually NOT made him anything to eat.
OK AIBU or should I carry on this not making him anything cos it gives me a nice warm glow inside?