to be fed up with my dh complaining

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"im so tired!"
"you dont understand how hard i work to pay for these things"
"i just want some time to myself"
"why dont i have socks/underwear/dinner"
"that (insert lasagne/sheperds pie/ stir fry) again"
etc etc

But of course i do nothing all day infact our two children totally let me sit down watching tv eating chocolate painting mynails

But if i say anything against this im mean unappreciative and selfish

I know im ranting i love him but ffs
i wanted 2 kids not 3

Leave the bastard

I'd go off out for the day and leave him to sort the kids out if my DH went on and on like that.

You really should let him have underwear

You're a partnership and need to work together and appreciate what both of you do but of course sometimes you do just irritate each other.

yes so am I

because my life home alone with two children is sheer luxury and hedonism

me too

because you made them all dirty and the pixies took them?

yes, that again! YOu could always make something else

Memorise and use the above. Please. for the sake of your self respect.

Could have written that myself! I hate clearing up after my 2 kids, but lately I have found myself clearing up after a 3rd child, bigger, uglier and no where near as adorable.
So today I set him straight, if he wants a mother he can go live with her again. I am a mum of 2 not 3.
His responce? He cleaned the kitchen

Christ! I knew there was a reason I am happily divorced!

I utterly loath whingers!!

However, please don't get into one of those I work the hardest battles with your DH. It is so boring.

Tell him to feck off.

Ugh. It's delightful when they get a case of the whinges.

DH tried to immerse himself in a whole woe is me attitude because he's dozy and was feeling a bit unloved (a chuff full of stitches, colicy baby and wanting to weep everytime I needed a pee did suck the sympathy out of me rather). His most spectacular time was when I thought he should have known just what he'd get tbh.

I've never been very tolerant of whinges (I try not to either btw!) and told him to either talk to me like a grown up, go and sulk quietly or to feck off.
I gave him a couple of hours of wobbly lip time then took him a cuppa, gave him a cuddle and said he knew where to find me if he wanted a chat. He won the gold in nonchalant living room entrance and all was well.

To be fair I know it reads very harshly but he's a sensitive flower, a little prone to the collywobbles and if I pussyfooted around trying to indulge him it would escalate to none of that being enough and might get a bit silly. You can't talk to each other when someone has decided to nurse a bit of grave injustice so if I don't indulge him at all then he will talk it through - end result, he's much happier. I blame his mother who is prone to hystrionics herself

I don't have any advice. I do think he sounds like a bit of a wang but then people often do when you write down the various stupid things they say in a list. Maybe show him this!

My DS has gotten into the habit of asking me ridiculous questions lately, like: 'The baked potatoes are cooked. Shall I open the tuna?', or 'Baby Weeble has had a poo. Shall I change him?'. Or, when we're off to bed, 'The sitting room light is still on. Shall I switch it off?'

I have taken to looking him right in the eye and saying, 'Can you hear yourself?'.

Currently it is just making him flounce when I do that but it makes me feel beter.