Is it really too much to hope for? To be able to run on the treadmill without having to abandon my run to diffuse world war 3 between the children because he has decided to stop watching them to go and remove some dried paint of a desk in the attic? When he appears 10 mins later and I'm cross at him he tells me off for being snappy about it.
If i have to downsize my expectations of MY life any further i may have to drown myself in chocolate...
FYI prior to my abandoning him into parenthood I had made dinner, done all homework, tidy'd up, bathed and pyjama'd all the children and it was 10 mins to bedtime. He just had to make sure they got up the stairs on time and read them a flipping story.
Im not angry about this. I just want to cry.