DH has a hobby that involves getting together with a few other guys. This used to usually be a Friday or Saturday evening for a couple of hours and he usually went out after the kids were ready for bed etc. This was fine.
Now it has changed to Sunday evenings and instead of him leaving about 8pm it's now more like 6pm and he gets home about 10.30 or even later. So basically now dinner has become a rush and then he dashes out and I'm left to sort DC, Ddog and any other jobs that still need doing. If it was another evening I wouldn't mind but I suppose I have always seen Sunday evenings as time to chill together before the next hectic week starts and I look forward this one small bit of downtime that we get. Suppose I feel a bit of a mug now that I valued this time and he clearly didn't 😔
For context, we have two young children, the youngest still can be very difficult at bedtime so it's not like I will get a nice evening to myself. Last night I spent most of the evening trying to get DS to settle and then tidied up a bit, feed dog and felt like going to bed myself after that feeling a bit miserable as, well it just feels a crappy end to the weekend really.
AIBU?