I seem to have spent the whole day cleaning and tidying. The living room was pristine (by my standards anyway) the kitchen ws clean with a swept and mopped floor, the washing was all done and in a pile waiting to be sorted.
I went for a well deserved bath and left dp in charge. An hour later
- there is dried rice all over kitchen floor - seems ds thought it was fun to play with and dp didn't notice in time because he was helping dd write in anglo-saxon runes
- Living room is covered in toys - lego, duplo, sticklebricks, cars, teddies and last but not least a packet of sequins -spread about the floor
- clean piles of washing have been spread about the place and unfolded and in a complete mess
AIBU to send dp to off licence with demands for wine and admit defeat. I don't know why I bother doing anything it seems such an uphill struggle. Everything returns to being a complete mess almost at once and no one cares except me it seems,