Sorry for the foul language. Husband and I are separated, currently living apart. He usually has older kids Monday over night, couldn't last night as he was working. They came home from an overnight activity residential at tea time yesterday, tired, dirty and cranky, were bickering and sniping at each other from the second they got in the car. I sent them to their rooms several times through the evening but it made no difference, and this morning they are just as bad. This morning There are on a whole school trip which requires same waterproof clothing and boots that came home covered in an inch of mud last night. I also have a 9mo crawling baby to deal with who is into absolutely everything and I can't take my eyes off her, and even better, she's not settling at night, so once I had got everyone ready for bed (with no hot water, central heating fixed yesterday and the bloke didn't switch it back on) and then went downstairs to sort out clothes, I was up and down like a tarts knickers sorting baby out (18 times in 2 hours) whilst trying to wash waterproofs and de-mud boots if only so they could find the Velcro etc to fasten them.
So this morning, I have two still grumpy kids who don't want to get out of bed, are still arguing with each other, refusing to get dressed as they don't want to go for another day out in the pissing rain, and then he turns up having only had to feed himself and get himself dressed, after a nice relaxing evening, and a full nights sleep (forgotten what that's like) and tells me that its all my fault for being so disorganised, and apparently I need to make lists. Aibu for wanting to smack him right in his smug fucking mouth?