every night we get home from work/school/nursery around 6pm.
I come in get dinner ready, respond to everyone's varying needs. ..juice, tv, fruit, dinner, games, pyjamas etc etc. ..while dp sits on couch and mucks around on his phone.
tonight after a tough day at work I have come home packed dd off to her dads and filled the bath with roasting bubbly water and took a soak with MN and a glass of wine.
dss 1,2&3 yet to be fed and I hear no stirrings of cooking downstairs
the back story here is that I complained to dp this morning of being treated like a housekeeper/cook. his response was to tell me its all in mind 
in short im fed up and decided to leave them all to it
cheers everyone 