SO I'm gonna start by saying that this is 100% the product of me being exhausted and grumpy. But oh my god.
We're coming back from my parents, got 2 under 3, had a big night last night, baby slept badly, etc etc. DH got wildly drunk after he put the toddler to bed, fine, not a problem. Got up with said toddler this morning because I was breastfeeding the baby. We all hung out together with my extended family for a few hours and then I could tell he was suffering a bit so I made him a coffee and sent him upstairs to pack/have a rest. It's just one suitcase and one room, so would take about 5min to do, and then he spends an hour or so chilling out. All fine, no problems there.
Comes down, says we're all packed, I go up to grab my handbag and immediately spot 4 things he hasn't packed. FFS. But that's OK, that's why there's two of us, we're a team. Lightly annoyed but willing to let it go.
We've just got home and he lies face down on the sofa with the kids in front of the TV while I unpack. Holy fuck. He's literally just thrown everything in together, dirty, clean, kids, adults, wet, dry... I'm aware I'm BU because I pack in a v specific way to make life as easy as possible when I get home, but this suitcase looks like it was packed by someone fleeing for their life.
He's now flopping around the house doing 3/4 of a bunch of jobs with the facial equivalent of the Dressing Gown of Doom and I'm probably going to need a new patio.