DH has finished work. Our kids finish School tomorrow, and DH’s best mate and his partner and 10 week old baby are coming tomorrow and staying in a hotel nearby. Between them, DH and his mate have made no kind of practical plans and this seems to be falling to me.
I’ve suggested that they come here, we have a nice Christmassy tea and then husband and the mate go the pub and his gf and baby go back to hotel. This seems like a reasonable plan to me.
DH now expects me to plan and prepare all the food without any idea of what he’d like. He doesn’t want to make decisions about it, “this is your idea to eat at home, you sort it.”
AIBU to serve them the fishfingers abs chips that the kids are having? Why is it my job to decide what the frig we all eat? It’s bloody mental load again isn’t it?
In case it’s not obvious this isn’t the first time we have argued about his wanting me to make all the decisions and just wants to sit back with the power of veto.
Humph.