So my (otherwise perfect) DH loses his sense of timing. I come down from putting the DDs to bed after a tough day at work, I have a horrendous head cold and can't breathe...
And he has dragged a load of stuff out of the spare room and wants me to go through it there and then in order to sort out what can stay and what can go instead of letting me veg out in front of the telly.
So AIBU to think this was really bad timing and could have waited until the weekend? It's not as if it had suddenly just appeared, so why NOW???
I'm afraid I was irritable with him.