I have actually just told my DH to F**k off - for the first time in my life and I am so ashamed of myself as we are a non-swearing house normally - but I was severly provoked!
We are off on holiday tomorrow. We have an 8mnth DS and a 4yr DD. I have been putting out clothes all week for all of us except DH who kept saying he did;nt know what he was 'tkaing. Tonight as I am puting the bag together he waltzes in and chucks a loads of tops and trousers at me - fine I fit them in.
Then he comes down stairs, looks at his routes for the dive then makes a coffee and sits down. I was flabbergasted. I have been making lists for weeks. I still hve lists about stuff I cant pack till morning as well as still having to sort out bottles, formula, food for DS, toys and things for him to feel some nomarlity at bedtime, shoes and sun hats, blankets for the pushchair, toilet roll etc. And I might add I still havent had my dinner. I got in from work at 6.15, bathed DC's out them to bed and got stuck in!
Last weekend we had DS Baptism, and a week after we get back it's his brothers DC's b'day so I have also made sure we have presents ready for that, the last few weeks have been non-stop and tonight it was the last straw.
So when he asked me what I was getting in such a state about I just exploded - he got the hump with me and I told him to F-off!
Men Grrrr