I’m about to lose my shit already. I do 99% of the Christmas prep for context. Today DH has -
- moaned that I needed to nip to the supermarket to get some last minute bits I couldn’t find in other supermarkets. Apparently, I (not him) should have bought stuff earlier. The reason I don’t get things earlier is because he will drink/eat all the Christmas stuff (even when it’s hidden)
- moaned when I finished work and wanted to open some Christmas food (whilst eating the Christmas biscuits he has opened)
- rolled his eyes when I said I was having a bath. Everyone else was glued to the tv so I thought it would be a good idea to have a quick bath before the 4/5 hours or wrapping/cleaning/cooking prep this evening.
- I put a couple of curry ready meals in the oven as I wanted to cook something no effort this evening in preparation for the cleaning/prepping/wrapping marathon. Apparently that’s unacceptable as the kids will drop rice on the floor (which I need to clean later anyway)
On the minus side DH is not going to the pub this evening! I normally crack open some wine and put some music on and crack on with all the prep and enjoy myself!