There now follows an unequivocally unjustified selfish moany rant.
DH's "work do" is this evening, he wanted to go straight from work rather than picking up the kids like he usually does, as he said it would start early. He hates work dos normally, has ducked out of a few and has been moaning about going to this one. So this entailed me coming straight from work and picking up the kids, ds2 missing Judo because I can't get there early enough to make the Weds Judo run (reliant on the buses) - it's a one-off, no complaints there.
So I get home, getting on with house and dinner and uniform etc, no problem. DH then rings me on the land line which he KNOWS I never answer because for long tedious reasons I have a phobia about it. When I don't answer it the first time he rings again straight away, rather than ring my mobile or text me. I say hello nicely and ask how the "do" is going. It's 17.20 at this point, he gaily informs me that he has been drinking since 3pm, they all left work early to get started nice and early, he is a bit sloshed already. I ask how late he expects to be out and he says he thinks about 11.30 (ie when the pubs shut!). I say "oh, only 8 hours drinking then! Don't come rolling home too wasted please" he says no, no, I won't, and we say goodbye nicely.
Now I'm feeling a bit peeved that he wants to stay out drinking all night when he started drinking at 3pm and the meal etc was over by 5. I would have thought it was either an early do or a late one, not eight bloody hours of drinking. I've got guests coming tomorrow and the house is a shitpit (we are both equally responsible for that, various extenuating reasons for it, but it would have been good if we could have tackled the worst bits together rather than me doing it all alone). I had a trying day at work (again, not dh's fault), didn't much relish faffing about with uniform washing/ironing, tidying, homework (ds2 in tears because he lied and said there was no homework and now it's come home to roost as it is due in tomorrow, the little horror) and am now not much looking forward to a pissed-up dh pitching up some time after 11.30 and being fucking useless in the morning.
IABU. I know. IABU. But does anyone else ever just feel bloody self-pityingly FUCKED OFF?