Grr - DH's work are being a total pain at the moment, and where he would normally finish his shift and get home allowing me to hand over the kids get to work and do my 5 hours and get home for 5.30, they are making him work an hour later I am currently walking through the door at 6.50 (due to buses as well).
So the DC's throw themselves at me and I have to sit hearing all about thier day and having cuddles for 10 minutes before bedtime, instead of having a wee or a wash and getting changed etc - not that I mind that bit really.
But last night DH is off out for his weekly squash game at 8.15. So I ask him to pick me up - then change my mind and offer to get the bus as it's a nice night and I dont mind the walk from town. Also save him putting the DC's in the car and dragging them out to get me.
I get in get children washed and given milk, put to bed, come down tidy up do DS's bottles, while DH does his routine with DD which is playing cars and reading to DD before getting ready for squash, I go to fridge to get my easy to cook, easy to eat low fat pizza (it's now 8pm) to find it gone. Box is in the recycling bin
When confronted, DH makes some lame excuse about him not having chance to cook himself a different dinner because DS was whinging and 'what was I suposed to do?' I pointed out on the box it says in a bid red circle only 5% fat meaning surely he could see it was meant for me as he has no need of weight loss and he knows I am trying to be good. Not to mention he was able to eat his dinner at a reasonable time. Where as I now have to find food, cook food and clean up when a pizza would have taken a third of the time and I would'nt be going to bed on a full stomach.
He then sods off to squash without even offereing to cook me as much as cheese on toast or noodles - is it me?