We have spent months and months doing up our house. The last job is the hall stairs and landling and the last bedroom. The old plaster needed ripping off (blown). DH tackled it today and started while I was out.
I came back to discover that he has done the bare minimum to move any stuff out of the way of the dust. We talked about him stopping up the doors with plastic sheets. He didn't bother.
There is a thick layer of FILTHY dust all over the house. In particular, it is all over our bedroom, including in the bed which he didn't bother to make. It's all over the new carpets and curtains - including the two pairs of full length curtains in our bedroom which I made by hand and the brand new carpet, curtains and sofas in the lounge and the clean clothes which I had ironed and folded because we are going on holiday on Thursday.
He said "sorry" in that sulky teenager voice and said he will clean it up. Too right he will. He is now sulking, but doesn't get that I don't want him to clean it up, I wanted him to engage his brain so that we weren't in this position in the first place.
It's not like we haven't done this before - we did an identical job in the last house.
Tonight is going to be chilly in the Plan household.