The ironing pile was building and building as we've had a very busy couple of weeks. Today I took it all to work with me (I'm self employed and it's quiet this time of year) and I ironed the lot. I have to iron professionally through the shop so I put stuff on hangers and put clothes liners on them.
I asked DH if he could bring it in from the car as I had my hands full when I got home. So he did and I thought he had taken it straight upstairs. I just went into the hall to come to bed and it was lying in the basket messily. Even the stuff on hangers so it's all crumpled. I spent 2 fucking hours ironing everything including all his casual and work shirts. I just feel really fucked off and need to vent. It's DDs birthday party tomorrow so I've cleaned all downstairs and just feel stressed out.