I suppose I should be grateful that he does things round the house, but I feel like weeping at the minute.
It's Sunday, and once again I feel like I'm drowning in housework, I'd rather be doing a bit of baking and going for a nice walk instead. I don't really know how it's got to this point because I kept on top of things pretty well during the week.
What makes it worse is dh can never do a job properly. For example, he's stuck a load of washing on this morning, it was a big load and quite dirty, but he's put it on a fucking cold wash with a 400 spin, so it's not clean nor spun properly.
He takes washing out if the drier and off the line that is still damp. He puts the dcs clothes away in the wrong places, such as ds2s school trousers in ds1s room, or my stuff in one of the dcs rooms, so I can't find anything.
If he puts ds to bed he leaves the towel, toothbrush, clothes, lying around.
Leaves mess everywhere. If I moan he stops for a few weeks then goes back to old ways.
Feels like living with a third child.