DH has form for being a bit of a martyr at weekends, going around the house picking up things and sighing and talking about how tired he is. I pointed out how tiresome that was to somebody who picks things up every single day, and that it is possible to do boring household jobs without the pantomine resentment.
Anyway today he has decided he is going to do lots of jobs because we are going away on holiday. Great. So am I. I'm just going to sit in my pyjamas this Sunday morning with a croissant and make a few lists, then start working out laundry/packing etc.
What I'm getting is him coming in to tell me every five minutes what he is doing 'I'm going to tidy the kitchen island now'
'Ok'
'I'm putting some towels in the wash'
'Ok'
'I'm going to put some salt in the dishwasher'
'Ok'
Now he's just come and announced to me that he's 'Going to have a bath, ok?'
Yes ok. Of course ok. It's your bloody house! Why is he doing this? It's so weird.