I know that I am but fuck me I'm frustrated and need to rant somewhere. Dh and I have regular conversations about his inability to contribute to the logistics of our life (for want of a better description). We talked about this at the beginning of the week and how he needs to put some kind of system in place but it doesn't seem to make a blind bit of difference.
We both work FT and have 4 DC of an age where they do lots of sport/hobbies and require lots of ferrying about. I am very organised - all activities and meals go on a family whiteboard and I am constantly thinking about who needs to be where, how they're going to get there, what they need and when they're going to eat. Dh thinks of nothing until half an hour before and then gets really stressed. We have discussed cutting back on activities but ultimately it's the collective issue of us all doing one thing.
This morning 2 of the DC have to be in different places at around the same time. We are down to one car at the moment and have managed to borrow a 2 seater from a family member. This is all at my instigation otherwise we'd have got to today and he'd be flapping about because it wasn't sorted.
This morning, 30 minutes before one DC needs to leave he asks me what the plan is. I have been up since 5 (not his fault, I couldn't sleep), I've walked the dogs and done loads of jobs. I have mentally planned how everything is going to work. He has now walked out of the house with no consideration at all about what we're going to do for lunch (we're out for the day and it's too expensive to buy lunch out) or any of the other plans except for the immediate one of transporting Dd.
Would it be really petty of me to make us all lunch and just not bother with his? I'm so fucking bored of thinking of everything.