DH came home from work early to do some work in the garden - except it is pissing down. So he sat down to read his book.
Fine, except I am shattered, struggling with knee pain, have been in sole charge all weekend while he was in the garden and all day today. Kids have been a pain in the arse.
Chicken breast was in the oven. dS1 wants pasta with his, DS2 is a fussy bleeder and asked for bread and jam with his. AIBU to say that seeing as I have negotiated them both through three meals a day since Friday it is DH's turn to sort them out?