My OH has been at home and is already driving me round the fucking bend. (No Kids so think I've got it lightly really). Monday & Tuesday - he went in did what he had to do came home - no problems.
Today however he is now off for god knows how long. He decided to tidy up the garage - that's great 'cos it's full of his stuff and then he came back in sat down and had a beer. He then decided to go out and tidy up the garden (good it kept him out of the house for a while). He's then come back in with the steam cleaner to steam clean the toilet. The swearing, the moaning, the 'For Fuck's Sake if only you did the dusting' (which I do) coming out of that tiny little room has put me in a bad mood. I have now decided to put myself in 'lockdown'. I am no longer going to: do any washing that isn't in the wash basket, I'm not going to order any of his medication, I'm not going to clear up his toenails from the coffee table/floor. No more drinks of water on his bedside table. I'm decamping to the second bedroom so he can make his own fucking bed and change his own sheets. No longer will I dust or hoover, hang up his discarded clothes from the floor, put his shoes away or worry about whether he has taken tablets in the morning. No longer will I moan when he put's empty tins back in the fucking fridge - when he's run out of stuff he can get his own. No longer will I send birthday cards to his relatives (I probably will but not until May!!).
Feel better now - make me laugh with your stories:) :)