Husband phones at 5pm to say there are some drinks happening after work and to ask if I would mind if he went along. Of course I don't mind, that's completely fine. So I deal with swimming lessons, cook dinner for me and the two DCs, homework, bath, bed and so on. As I say - fine. Literally the minute I get back downstairs ready to kick back with a chocolate orange and a Netflix binge of my choosing, with no tea slurping, nose whistling, or general annoying commentary, I get a text telling me the fucker is 5 mins away.....AIBU or is this just not on? (Light-hearted, obviously..kind of..)