Of course I'm being unreasonable. You will tell me so, and I am accepting of that.
But, it is still bloody Sunday morning. DP's brother texts ten mins ago to tell us he is on the way over to use the computer (they don't have a PC, so tend to come by once a fortnight or so to sort some essentials online/using Word). He's also bringing his sons, aged 4 and 6.
I told DP I would go and have my bath whilst they were here. This is because:
a) It's Sunday morning, I'm not dressed yet. It's my day off, and I am in no mind to receive guests at five mins' notice in my dressing gown with unwashed hair and remnants of mascara round my face (out last night);
b) I love our nephews, but DP's brother ignores them while he comes over. They are little boys who are into everything, but we keep no toys in the house. This is problematic because we live in a one-bed flat the size of a postage stamp (seriously, my best friend's living room is bigger than our whole flat), so the boys quickly become restless, but DP's brother will ignore the boys whilst he and DP chat computers and such, so I am left to try and amuse them with some colouring books whilst trying to contain them in such a small space;
c) I'm a teacher. I spend all week disclipling others' children. It's Sunday after the first week back. I am not at all up to it.
So I am scheduling my bath for when they arrive, because I just don't want to deal this morning.
Obviously, IABU. But someone please tell me I am HUMAN to feel such a way about being the assumed children's entertainer in my own non-child-proofed home with five minutes' notice on a Sunday morning?! (After a wine or two last night...)