DH works hard, v busy time consuming job, so much so that it's me alone that deals with everything at home, including working 4 days a week. We have 2 DC both under 6.
We're driving to Cornwall today, in convoy with my parents and IL's (8 of us in total) and meant to be leaving at 11. He's still in bed. Not packed.
He went out yesterday at 3 with friends and staggered home at 2 this morning. He's barely conscious now.
He left me yesterday to turn a heavy kingsize mattress singlehandedly (it was damp from where littlest one had an accident), I had to get up the attic to look for camping items etc, carry said items down the ladder, change a puncture on my car (that we're using today), PACK for me and DC, pack boxes of supplies, pack up car.
I'm fucking exhausted. Parents are ringing to ask if we're ready and yet again, I have to say that no, we're not. DH still sleeping and not even packed. I'm fucking fuming and knackered and on the verge of tears. Am SORELY tempted to leave at planned time and tell him to follow us in his car.....when he's actually managed to sober up. It's a 3 hr drive and can do it alone.
He's 55 FFS, and while I know he works hard in a pressured job, I support him as much as I can. But I work bloody hard too, and this is no fun today.
Please. I await the MN jury and will cut him some slack if you tell me. At the moment though, I'm ready to sob and shout at the same time.