To think fuck it! Fuck it all!

[Polkadots72]

As some of you will know from my previous thread I've just come back from holiday.

Dh is still off work and I've had loads of things to do including a food shop, washing coming out my ass also trying to De clutter the house dds toys before her birthday as well and general house work. I will admit I am very particular with how i like my home to be but I've had no help at all since we got home dh just sits around on his phone or goes out leaving me with dd and as soon as i get one thing done she either comes along behind me and wrecks it or trashes something else.

Today I've blown my top told dh to enjoy his peaceful kid free day and me and dd will stay home and wreck the house together and eat junk seeing as I can't get any help or support to be able to go food shopping (I live in a masonette so can't carry dd and shopping up stairs safely or leave her in the car)

I know I'm coming across as dramatic but it just pisses me off so much and I'm fed up with the selfishness. The house is wrecked we have no food shopping in apart from some frozen shit yoghurts and cereal.

loving this !!!!!

Another member of the fuck it club here.

I am sick of being the only one who sweeps the kitchen floor, hoovers, puts laundry away, clears the crap from the kitchen table etc. I swear I will kill DH the next time he dumps a dirty, sticky teaspoon on the (white) draining board, when it would take all of a nanosecond to open the door of the dishwasher and put it in there.

But worst of all is the garden. Last year, I couldn't do any gardening because of a shoulder problem. This has now been resolved by surgery, and over the last few weekends I have cut all the hedging, removed loads of elderberry saplings from the front beds, strimmed and mown most of the grass front and back and the few jobs that remain to be done are ones that I can't manage because they're either too heavy or I can't reach, even from the stepladder. This includes one section of hedge, about 3' long, that I could do easily, if only I was 6' tall or had arms like a gorilla. I've asked him 4 times and he still hasn't fucking done it.

And he had the audacity to huff, puff and moan when I finally badgered him to come to the tip so that he could help lug a huge builders bag of clippings up the steps to the skip.

He's a lazy fucker and when he finally needs to have the sofa surgically removed from his arse, I won't visit him in hospital.

We had the opposite when I was a child. We went away with DM for a week and df tidied the house. He hadn't a clue about things we used/liked so what he'd thrown away was wrong.
It wasn't good.

Same, though to a lesser degree.

We have a cupboard of requirement which dh seems to think any pile of —crap— vital items can be put.
Who is the only one who sorts it out so you can a) get in the cupboard without risking death and b) find anything. Yep me!
And filing!!! 80% of it is his business or history club shite, all teetering in piles.
We have no more room!, at least I know where ds2 gets it from.

The Fuck It Club. Smooth moves. Plus @HappyEverIftar great, great name!

YANBU. Fuck em

Lazy fucker.

After 20 years of it I finally fucked off to a clean civilised place of my fucking own. That showed the fuckers.

The Fuck It Club sounds great, can I join? I've had a shit day with the toddler, then spent all afternoon chasing up details for some paperwork I have to fill in, the house is a tip, DS1 hasn't done his homework, and I just don't care any more! Unless DH wants to do it when he gets in it can all bloody wait until tomorrow.

I had a nice long nap just woke up there is is shit everywhere still no food shopping. Dd is out for dinner with her grandad I'm going to order a takeaway.. Don't know what dh will have

HAHAHAHAHA FUCK ‘im. I hope you eat it in front of him. Loudly.

He's a lazy fucker and when he finally needs to have the sofa surgically removed from his arse, I won't visit him in hospital.

LOVE this.

I've been like since the weekend, he's been putting new doors up in the kitchen for months and only have a quarter up so far (at least these have handles this time).
We're having a family break this weekend and I've not sorted a thing for it as we were going to pack together tomorrow morning n have a tidy round then pick dd up from school and set off, now I find he's cancelled his day off tomorrow and I've got to do it all, including a small shop as were going self catering.
My brains got too many tabs open right now working out what needs doing, love him dearly but sometimes I feel like I do all the thinking for the whole house.

I used to have this- I snapped one day (and shamelessly stole a line although not verbatim, from Lynette Scavo on Desperate Housewives). 'We have three children, when you come back and there are only two then you have a right to complain'.

Say fuck it all!!

Then enjoy your takeaway.