Moving house on Tuesday.
Huband done FUCK ALL to help (oh, er, apart from remove all the crap under the house . . . oh and take stuff to the dump . . . er . . . will take Tuesday off to shift all the garden/awkward stuff - BUT APART FROM THAT NOTHING).
Now he's gone off for a 160km bike ride (7 hrs in the saddle and counting) on a 35 degree day. I'm stuck here with the sodding kids who are hot and bored. Not one friend/family member has offered to have them, fuckers.
I'm packing and sorting and hot and tired and fucked off.
AIBU to want to burn the house down and feck off?