Dh has a full time job, plus works as a Dj in various bars / clubs / private functions. Generally he is booked Thursday - Sunday.
I work p/t, Friday and Saturday 9-5.30. I take dd to and from Mils on a Friday (half an hour in the wrong direction) and dh looks after her on Saturdays. Usually he doesn't get home til 3/4 am then gets up at 8.15 so I can go to work.
Last week dh had a rare Saturday night off, but we had no babysitter so I stayed in and he went to the pub. Fair enough, he works very hard.
Went to work this morning, having washed his work stuff for Monday and hung it out, picked up Chinese on the way home, only to get in and find dd still in her nightie, the animals clamouring for food and the washing still on the line. Dh was in exceptionally late last night (4.30am) so I took it on the chin.
Then dh casually announced that his gig tonight has been cancelled so he's going to the pub to discuss upcoming dates that they want him to cover. 
Aibu to think that actually, I spend 4 nights a week putting dd to bed and mumsnetting staring at 4 walls and he is taking the piss?
Too fucking tired to get his daughter dressed, get the washing in or feed pets, but not too fucking tired to go out!