I'm somewhat grumpy today, and DH is seriously getting on my nerves.
I just told him not to touch anything in the oven, but he goes in there moving things around to put the kids dinner in the oven, so i then had to move them to put the rest of ours in.
So then he goes in the oven and asks why i've moved it.. because i told you not to go in the fucking oven, i'm trying to cook a sunday roast here!
So then he just goes in and gets them out and says 'are these done enough?'
i look and tell him it isnt and it needs longer, queue a 5 minute arguement before he puts them back in,
GRRRR 