My DH works a commute away and always comes home at 7.30pm earliest. I get home at 6.30pm if I’m at the office, as I did today.
His train was delayed, he told me to eat earlier. I ate with the kids, tidied up, prepped his dinner so the main part was cooked and waiting for him in the oven, then did bedtime, uniforms, school bags. All the usual shit I do every day.
I get downstairs about 30 secs before he gets home. I say your dinner is ready and in the oven, and he gets huffy that I haven’t prepped his salad.
‘I’d have done it for you’ he said. Well no, because you are never home before me, but if you were you’d be doing all the shit stuff I’d mentioned above.
I explained I’d been doing bedtime and that the entire household routine didn’t revolve around his arrival and needs for lettuce. He said that he was ‘disappointed’ that it wasn’t ready for him.
So I’ve come to Mumsnet as the sight of him mournfully making his salad makes me want to find a spade and a patio (perhaps exaggerating) AIBU not to have his salad prepared?