ok UPDATE!
We've been away for the weekend with friends in Belgium. We left on Friday morning v early. I stayed up til 1am nitgh before tidying house, getting uniforms ready, PE kits etc, putting away shopping to esnure well stocked fridge for our return, all the gear ready for school and for dh and me for work, suits ready, shirts ironed etc etc (aware i am starting to sound fanatical here - but you know when you just go into 'get ready' over drive!) so that when we got back on Sunday night, which I knew would be around 9/10pm, everyone could just go straight to bed and no sorting out to do and no problems in the morning.
So, get back on SUnday night, no food in fridge, half full beer can on lounge floor, other half in puddle under sofa. Really vile aroma - beer / sweat. Nice. Washing up piled high with pans, pots, roasting tin, you name it, all washing powder gone, no bread left, no croissants, no coffee, NO MILK , and washing machine full of washing he must have put in on friday, and not taken out - so it was wet, but starting to smell a little of mould.
So, we put all the kids to bed, and I just thought, I have to say something to him,. so while darling dh trudged out in the rain to the 24 hours supermarket to get supplies, me and the King of Smelly Socks had this conversation:
Me - 'I think you are really inconsiderate sometimes, we have just been travelling for hours, you knew we would be back now, and I need to wash up (baby dd's) bottles etc, and I can't unless you do your washing up or I do it for you, which I Really dont' think is fair.'
Him - 'You really hate washing up don't you'
This is what I am up against.